12°C, sunny int. + S wind.
Linseed: I’m going to refer to this picture as the Stalking Horse for now. Below is a closeup, after 3 sessions of work on it. Notice how much better the colours are now that the second linseed layer is on. though the picture was wety when this photo was taken, the surface will change little, only trhe whites will matt over normally at this point.
No pictures today, but that last painting has the old feeling back. Good eh?- especially after that recent long haul with the "Pointers".
I need to find a method for painting fur not hair, but fine animal fur. Holbein does it so well, it must be possible to take on some of that skill.
I was also going to tell you about the man walking his dog from his pick-up truck. The other one I wanted ot talk about is the random distribution of Doodlebug hits in London can’t produce an even covering of hits in the city. The locals thought certain streets were being singled out. They saw clusters of hits, and they concluded wrongly.
Maybe I will tel you later in the week- if you promise to be good.
The contrast is realistically low here, its far better to build up from a narrow range of tones and expand outwards.
And to pass, when her fair is full and fish and the oil unto Zechariah
Come, fifty loops in my god called to alive:The Shorts are out! The Gap is Good! Take advantage!RREF has been on a steady rise for a week with HUGE volume. Now the
shorts created a gap providing a second chance to get in on RREF.Don’t be the one that missed out be the one who rakes it in next
week. Grab RREF first thing Thursday morning.Alternative: Who will act as gatekeeper to the gatekeepers?
Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it.
From the Robert Frost poem ‘Mending Wall’
Who knows where such words doth cometh. Senders now enlisted in the great book of Junk-senders, forever to be deleted with callous automation, unseen by human eye from this day forth.
Isn’t it nice when it works out without a glitch? The help files was clear and to the point on this one, I still maintain that Max’s help files are amongst the best in the business.
Wouldn’t it be good to get a bit of bounce in the hose, it is rubbery after all.
Rememberance Sunday: I was caught in Repton at 11.00 this morning, I made my way through the town and stopped by the church where wreaths were placed. I heard a bugle. I also heard the car horn of a driver having a tantrum (presumably about the traffic jam). It’s an odd fact that of the two occasions that I have stopped in a village like this, there have been drivers behaving in that manner. Last time if was a boy-racer who blasted the horn and revved up his engine as the bugle notes echoed in the distance. Once the traffic started again, he roared through the village as if at the start of a race.