For the day that’s in it.
This evening, I had a go at painting on these. Challenging.
I found a can of white spray paint and sprayed the egg in which I had drilled holes. In the process, I knocked the egg off the bench I was working on. And it broke. Anyway, some of it survived.
Yesterday morning, Christine and I breakfasted in Cinnamon in Ranelagh. It was an expensive but unexceptional breakfast. You can read about it here. Today’s creative efforts included writing that blog, playing the ukulele and practicing some strokes with the Chinese
Bee in gouache on pebble.
When I had another look at the actual pebble that I painted on yesterday evening, rather than a photo of it, I kind of re-evaluated my view of it. The photo distorted my view of the size of it and,
Taking a break from my Chinese brushes. Just a short one mind. We were out for a walk the other evening and there was a full, or nearly full, moon. Down by the weir on Lower Dodder Road, the effect
It’s been quite a week at work. But otherwise some progress has been made and I’ve managed to do something creative everyday. Yesterday, I received some brushes I’d ordered from China. With my low level of skill, I didn’t really
I took the ukulele out for a road test last night. Christine and I went to Ukulele Tuesday, a weekly event held in the upstairs lounge of the Stag’s Head in Dublin. We got there at about ten past eight
Came home from work, made the dinner (merguez sausages in a harissa tomato sauce with pasta) and raced up to the attic. First on my agenda was to have a go at the ukelele (see yesterday’s entry for context). I
Just that really. I’ve ordered a few books on Chinese brush painting but while I’m waiting for them to arrive, I’m just experimenting with different paints, brushes and paper. Goldfish. Gold gouache. Acrylic brush. Goldfish. Gold gouache. Chinese brush. Gouache.
I had a go at these before. I had another go today but with a Chinese brush and a new set of watercolours. Here’s my phalaenopsis graveyard … These aren’t phalaenopses, but there are aspects of some of them that
Yesterday a man came to my office with some brushes, ink, paint and paper that I had ordered from Cork Art Supplies the day before. Gratifyingly quick service. And they were sharp enough to note that I had made two
I’ve been neglecting my teabags. Flirting with egg shells Making eyes at bamboo. Cosying up to Chinese brushes. Well, this evening I made amends. In a small way. But amends nevertheless. Here’s this evening’s stuff: That’s all.