Oil on Canvas Board, 8"x10"
I tried to paint faster this week without a marked difference and am reminded that things just take as long as they take. I arranged the yellow paper, unrolled like a photographer would do. My aim was to create smooth background without a break between the back wall and the table top. It seemed to cause more issues for me than it solved.
The light green jar was a junk store treasure purchased for its beauty and for no other reason. It held seashells on top of the fridge for a couple of years before it made the cut for a still life. The feathers, well, you know I found them. I have no shame about stooping to pick up a feather from the ground, just like my Ukranian Bobba had no shame for stooping to pick up a penny or a nickel. The dark green bowl is something left behind when one of my dear daughters moved out. There is just the suggestion of my own reflection in the centre of that bowl.
Thanks for stopping by to take a look. Painters are invited make suggestions; I accept not only compliments, but input.
PS I've written about three different posts before this one, full of wisdom about finding my voice as an artist and my ruminations about style. I left them unfnished, on the metaphorical cutting room floor and instead just wrote about the painting. That is probably best.