Day 21 #stradaeasel
This fellow was very making omelets constantly. I loved watching him. Painting turned out to be a different story. I decided I was finished when the panel fell off the easel and landed face down in my palette. Posting it anyway.
Day 19 #stradaeasel
An oil sketch - I don't see how anyone can read anything when their face is so close to the book. Seems like so many students read that way at the coffee shops. Perhaps they are really falling asleep.
Day 12 #stradaeasel
It was a sunny and 58˚ this afternoon in
the greater Seattle area. These children came to the park with a box of
sidewalk chalk, made creations in many colors. Every now and then they
stopped drawing so they could dance over their creations.
Sketch of a wonderful stone carving. Posting for the challenge deadline — so much light is reflecting off wet paint, that you really can't tell what the painting looks like. Will post again when I shoot a better photo.
Day 9 #stradaeasel
Roses were my grandmother's favorite flower. She planted many varieties in the garden. When in bloom, some always made it to the kitchen table, where I often had tea with my grandfather. These flowers are in one of her vases, which was given to me years ago.