Today I learned that the Warwickshire Cricket Ground executive suite serves excellent sausage, onion gravy and mash. Tonight was the last experimental drawing class of the term but I was having a cracked tooth repaired. I was gently steered to the most expensive of several options, the dentist working to keep the eagerness out of his voice. Home: my wife had baked a celebratory cake. What, she musesd over the icing gun, should I write for someone forced from her job by a bullying manager? (Later, I see the answer was “good luck”). My son was still awake talking loudly to a reindeer. On Saturday, we agreed, we will make the reindeer a bed from a shoebox.
The last art I did was an ink sketch of Briony, the life model. I have learned that I need to build the image then destroy it before rebuilding. This did not get far enough at the time.
Since then I’ve been thinking about colours, dividing the paper into quarters to some extent based on the colour wheel. I tried this out on the ipad
So keeping to the formula, I painted over the original while waiting for my mouth to recover sufficiently so I could eat.
When it dries, I think I will draw back in in pastel.