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:
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.
not ot not
wot rot pot
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