rest for the wicked

A small painting made from life with pencil and acrylics.

Light and colour

An old picture, done with pencil and acrylic on paper.

Antonia poses

It was a cold day in the studio in Florence; that is a space heater adjacent to her knees.

It was done with pencil and watercolours, in around half an hour.

Light and shadow

One thing I never appreciated, back in art school, was how rare and wonderful it was to set up the studio and the model, and have hours of uninterrupted painting time.

Or even one hour, as in this case. Life is busy.

The picture is a watercolour, sketched out first in pencil. The model stood there for the hour, give or take a break or too. Her position in front of the window made things a bit more challenging - it was a bright Italian day, and I had to squint at her. That light had the effect, too, of washing out everything else, hence the pale tones of the fabrics. The brightness of the sun accepts no rivals.

Ciume Acting Pensive

Ciume is an actor and has a unusual name.  I wouldn't describe her as a pensive soul.  Sexy she is.  This painting was done as an after thought to another last winter when I didn't trust the light for anything grander. 

Where's Your Sense Of Perspective Tarragon?

I don't know a single person who hasn't dated a twin and then accidentally broken up with their brother or sister.  I know I felt right silly when she turned to me and said, I'll tell her when I see her.  But what makes people different? Sometimes it is just the small details.  Had she been drinking tea at the time of my retreating monologue then I would have know that is was not she to whom I wanted to address myself, for she only drank coffee.  

That gave me the idea for this diptych, Where's Your Sense of Perspective Tarragon?  Good question.  And where, for that matter are my priorities?