Oil on bamboo floorboard,
Nothing special in any way, but I kind-of like it anyways. Click here for the real picture, or stop by for a cup and a look at the real thing.
Oil on canvas, 12×50″
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You can see the complete Swan Quadryptichon here, all four of them side-by-side, and in chronological order left to right.
Allow me to introduce my little blackbird: Polly.
Oil on canvas, 10×12″
As always, click here, or the thumbnail, for the complete picture. The real thing is on permanent exhibition somewhere in W7.
In preparation of the next painting, I wanted to return to a very oily media, last used here with Timothy Leary is Dead in 2003. I thought a practise run would be appropriate.
Now, the Great British Summer only lasted a day and a half this year – very appropriate, given that this painting took no longer. A bit like paint by numbers and I didn't like it very much, but I guess it comes out as a reasonably decorative picture.
The Great British Summer.
Oil on canvas, 500mmx200mm, August 2008
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Nice job by Colin our Mauerbauer.
The ironwork needs brushing down and a lick of paint, but at least the structure is done at long last.
Nice to see how things start rolling, even if certain home improvement plans at times seem to get their very own dynamics.
The wife doesn’t use make-up, and neither do I. I am counting on you to explain this:
Many women and some men use a great deal of tools and pastes and powders and what-not to increase the own beauty. Some do it skillfully and clever so that the additional layer of paint isn’t obvious. Most do a pretty poor job at it, typically by simply doing too much. I guess they all apply whatever they think needs applying in the privacy of their own bathroom, but I am sure you’ve all seen women refreshing their make-up in the tube, at the bus stop, at a restaurant table. In short, almost anywhere.
I don’t get it. Applied with or without skill, surely the aim is to enhance the own beauty in order to deceive members of the opposite sex, or maybe sometimes in order to impress the own peers. Public re-application surely gives the secret away.
What am I missing?
More convenient are China Markers, also suggested some times. Maybe they work well with Acrylics, but China Markers are definitively a nightmare with Oil paints, smearing and staining as they do.
I have found the perfect sketching tool, at least for me: watercolour pencils. These come in different colours, don’t crumble, don’t smear, don’t stain the paint. They are easy to cover with oil paint, and can be thinned down such that even a transparent film of paint can cover them. Works fine for me.
There’s free dinner at my place for the first person guessing correctly what the sketch shown here is all about, by the way.
P.S. Reviewing this post prior to publishing this morning made me realise that I misspelled ‘paint’ as ‘pain’ in several places. I have made myself comfortable on the couch already, and the doctor will see me any minute.
This is a totally true story. It has nothing to do with the fact that I rarely play (and never win). Instead, it has simply to do with the fact that I bought half a dozen of eggs. Six large, free range, nice, brown eggs.
Those were special eggs: They were not just large, free range, and brown. As it turned out when cracking them into nice omelettes, each and every one was a twin. Two yolks! What are the odds of that?!
A shame you cannot see it for yourself; those omelettes were just too nice for keeping.
Those eggs had cost me £0.79, and returned two delicious meals. A single shot at the lottery is one quid, making a difference of £0.21. I could have been a millionaire for only twentyone extra pence. Retire, buy a boat, sail, paint, raise twin chicken, …
What a life! For £0.21!
I am a confessing tree lover. Lover, not Hugger. So, what do I do while watching the telly in the evening? I idle around with pencils and graphite sticks, and sometimes watercolours. Doing so, I made myself a new tree last week.
It’s just a simple and small watercolour painting, but I quite like it in several ways: firstly, it’s got the colours and proportions right. This is particularly pleasing as this tree started out its life as a corral, but I won’t tell you that, will I?
Secondly, I like this because it had a large element of surprise for myself. The technique used here is to cover parts of each layer of paint with masking fluid, add another layer of colour, then mask more or different areas, paint, mask, paint, …. It takes a while and I will need to play with this technique a bit more, but essentially you end up with a rather dark and yellow-ish painting, because most of the paper is covered in dried-up masking fluid. Now let it all dry really well, wash the hands carefully so as to remove all grease and grime, and rub off all the masks – voila! A surprise!