Sunday 16 February 2014

Number 7

There was a mysterious parcel next to the wicker basket for the opening of number 7.

I'd had hints it had been specially positioned for our 4-night stay in a caravan in Devon. And it was ...


Fantastic - definitely outside my normal holiday activities. Inside the parcel was the necessary ...

I can already see in my mind's eye what I might produce. Moody seascapes in the style of early Turner. I mean, of course, Christopher Turner, from my class at primary school. He was utterly crap at art, and I vividly remember everyone pointing and laughing in disbelief at his painting of a dog. But then again, he didn't have nearly as many pencils as me (eight - won't be going short of them!).



4 comments:

Molly Potter said...

My art always looks best while it is still in the palette. I think palettes are under appreciated. All those neat rectangles of colour - ot always optimised by their release.

Molly Potter said...

not ot not

jim_greenan said...

wot rot pot

Molly Potter said...

tis it tis