"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
Oh dear. First an ottoman with phone numbers and horny yearnings, and now a collection of balls. Your tricks are willing to sacrifice all, for a moment in your embrace.Seriously though? The paints seem to be welcoming you back with open arms, no need for self deprecation there.
See what I mean? They're not balls; they're dried Ponderosa lemons (I didn't want to paint them the real brown they have become but reconstituted them to their earlier yellowish color. The point is, you did not feel lemons. That's where the paractice comes in.
I own that turquoise fiesta ware bowl. I thought the lemons were potatoes. Wonderful painting!
I could tell they were citrus by their shapes and color, but I wouldn't have been able to say "Ponderosa Lemons" because I'm not certain I'm all that proficient in lemon classification. I was having much more fun imagining them as testicular sacrifices.I should just stop now by saying it's good. You have a natural feel for form and light, something I deal with daily in my profession. You are talented.
Even before I saw your comment explaining that they were lemons. I got that they were lemons. I think you're doing pretty good even if you don't, but then again what do I know except that I think its a good painting. I'm just sayin'
I think you are limbering up nicely. I look forward to the post of the finished painting. I have not picked up a paint brush in years and I'm rather afraid to at this point. I think I'd have a much steeper climb, and the end results would be far less than what you are able to produce when you are not feeling as though you are capturing your vision. Paint on!
Actually, Mike, the bowl is by Gaetano Pottery, from Bowery Kitchen Supply's Chelsea Market store. Birthday gift from C: a set in turquoise and a set in persimmon, but they do mix well with Fiesta. Exact same colors. ( I used a Windsor Newton paint "phalo blue" to match it.)
Oh yes, it's just tragic. Burn the brushes tomorrow.Oh please, Mary.
well fuck a duck. is there nothing you can't do? the painting of lemons is fabulous.
first reaction: it's beautiful, great spirit. a treat. thank you.
That lemon and turquoise remind of a summer day ... all warm lemony ribboned sunshine and turquoise sea. I'd say you speak the language very well.
Oh dear, I thought they were some sort of exotic apples, or perhaps taters cast in a yellow light. But the composition is very Cezanne. Nicely balanced.
I was once rejected from an art show with the reasoning by the judge that you could never sell a piece with that much yellow in it. Long live yellow. I likey the lemons. Keep at it.
Great still life! I need to catch up on some painting 'n drawing myself. It truly is like a riding a bicycle after a long while of not using one.
ok, i had no idea they were lemmons but i got the dried part immediately. then i thought it's pears in a sunny light, then recalled a manet onion then a renoir onion. didnt see a lemmon until i read lemmon. :-) you have the brush work ok and i guess dried lemmon isn't very bold. keep up the good work, painting expression is your friend.
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