I have been arm wrestling! Or rather struggling with this foreshortened arm for two days. Do you think the thumb is too big? I am also undecided about what colour to paint the 'door'. I want to leave it white, but instinct tells me it would be dark, even if the colour is white. We shall see.
This from a photo taken in Hunstanton during the summer. Makes a change from reading the Sunday papers in the garden, I guess.
Happy painting.
Meet my maternal grandmother, who I miss dreadfully. She lost her husband in WW2 and brought up two children on her own. She was strong and very capable and presented a stern face to the world. She kept her feelings to herself and had an opinion on everything. She has my undying devotion and admiration, for her care of me in some difficult times. She always understood.
These drawings are for a friend of mine, in celebration of the boys' birthdays. I determined I would do nothing else until they were done, because I had been putting them off. Normally a drawing like this would take an afternoon, but I still procrastinated, finding the washing up more exciting! I felt miserable, not painting, and it probably would have been better to have done both. Trouble is, the bread and butter stuff always gets put on the back burner until the deadline looms.
