Yesterday, before hearing of the horror, I started a new painting just for the pleasure of it.
After watching the garden birds feeding on the food we put out each day I imagined one of my favourites perching on an old, china teacup. Obviously, cheeky as they are they were not going to cooperate by posing so I improvised with a photocopy of a copyright free image I found on the net.
The scale is a bit off but it was enough to sketch out the basic shapes with a dilute mix of oil paint.
Today the base colour was dry enough to work onto so I’ve started to tidy up the ellipses and add more detail to the cup and the bird.
He’s far from finished but I must be patient and wait for him to dry before I take it further. Probably a good excuse to start a second canvas while I’m waiting.
Making art is a selfish and often solitary occupation but thankfully it can provide solace when events over which we have no control seek to terrify and subdue us!
Thanks for visiting today.
Love Linda x[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]