20/1/21. Underpainting for a landscape painting. Acrylics.
4/4 Ankh Warrior, aka Vinnie Vincent.
Le peignoir jaune / The Yellow Dressing Gown [acrylics on paper]
(Ref : photo by Philipp Kleiber)
Candy Clouds by Charisse Ashton.
15/01/21 She died in whipped cream
Im painting my hands because one day im going to look at them and they’ll be someone else’s hands
19/1/2021. Landscape in acrylics. Attempted to lighten it but to little effect.
A Meerkat. Oil on black canvas.
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“segnale nel bosco”
pezzo di indicazione in legno cm40x50
Royal blue with a purple tint 💙 Very much needed.
It’s done! Turned out completely different than how it started out, and I like it even more :3
I do think I’ll list it on etsy. It’s a slice of a log, still has bark on the outside of the disc and is about an inch thick, with a hole at the back for hanging. And the border on the front is done in a shimmery pale gold :D
(an attempt at finishing with a gloss medium too soon ended with a meltdown, but I liked the result of that enough to work on it some more!)
Painted these four canvases last week, I was feeling a little down last Friday because of my infamous “rut” that seems to have made a comeback, so my mother decided to take me out for a jaunt and we went to Sapna where she bought me these four canvases which cost just 100 bucks, I also got 5 new shades of Acrylics, and as soon as I came back home, I began working on them. I knew even before I got the canvases that I wanted to paint Pablo, Juan, Jorge and Gringo on them ‘cause ever since I began listening to them, I wanted to own some kind of Beatles merch. A few weeks ago, I ordered this tee on Amazon but, again that was something that professed my love for John specifically, not the fab four. I thought of asking my mother to get me a poster or something like that but all of them were too expensive, and that’s why I decided I’d paint them myself, inexpensive, personal and a kind of paean to the ones who’ve got me through some really rough patches last year (which is when I discovered them).
I began with Paul and by the time I was done with his painting, it was already midnight but I didn’t want to pack up and call it a day yet, partly because I’ve always found painting cathartic and that particular night it sure was helping me keep my spirits floating and partly because I had poured a lot of paint onto my palette and I didn’t want to let it go waste by allowing it to sit there on my desk, drying up to the cold, late winter winds (Alliteration!). And thus, I decided to go ahead with John (who is my favorite Beatle btw) but before I could even start sketching his caricature my dad, who is a very light sleeper, was woken up by the sound of me tripping and falling while trying to find my laptop’s charger (I was listening to this podcast by Newslaundry while painting) and he stormed into the room and started bashing me left and right!! He began with his usual refrain of “I’ve told you a thousand times to go to sleep early, it’s not good for your eyes that you go to sleep so late blah blah blah”, which is a legit reason, I know, but what harm will ONE day do?! Anyway, although his scolding might seem reasonable and make him seem so caring and all, that was not his real intention, ‘cause he did not stop there, he went on and on and on about how I had wrecked his life with my, what he thinks is, “rebellious” attitude and even, at one point, began to curse me! Initially I tried to reason out with my own retorts to his “arguments”, then I realized that a fight with my dad might not be the best thing to do in the middle of the night and so I just acted deaf and went on painting until he finally left, frustrated and flustered with my adamancy. So, by 4 in the morning, I was finally done painting McLennon (wink wink nudge nudge) and I decided to (finally) hit the hay after a Hard Day’s Night (pun intended).
The next day I finished up with Ringo and Mr. Handsome Harrison, for these two paintings, I drew the sketches on normal A4 sized sheets and later traced them onto their respective canvases using carbon paper because I had had a real struggle trying to erase those pencil lines from the canvases for the two earlier paintings and even though it was technically a twice bitten third and fourth time shy kinda situation, I had learnt my lesson.
Once I was done with all four of them, I had big trouble deciding where to put them up. Kitchen cabinet? Conspicuous but doesn’t suit the place; on one of the walls in my room? Maybe, but I was cynical about it not ruining the wall’s plaster, at last I came up with the idea of sticking them onto the rather banal looking bookshelf doors in my room, and so it was! Do tell me if you liked my paintings, if they are even worthy of being called that (’cause I don’t really pride myself as any kind of artist whatsoever, I paint only because I like doing it not because I good at it or anything), which one of the four you liked the most (mine was John, because, I feel it actually resembles John a lot) and also, who your favorite Beatle is. Until next time, See ya, ta-ta!
It’s not dirt on the lense, it’s actually my super old camera slowly dying in front of my very eyes. But as long as it still turns on i’ll use it for quick WIP shots
acrilici e foglia oro su pezzi di legno cm7,5x12x23
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