Acrylic on canvas, abstract poured blue paint, I filled, then used a toothbrush to add wispy texture. As a matter of interest in this orientation I think it looks like a lions head?
Pouring
Tag: Acrylic on canvas
Orange cat
Playing with line, used a toothbrush for the black outlines. Acrylic on canvas. Done at art group today. I gave it to a friend as it reminded her of her cat Marmalade. X
In situ
Here is my painting, finally finished and hanging in my friends house. It’s colours really match the decor.. I’m so pleased I painted this it took ages but it works well. I can still paint!
A bit more
Improved the right hand side of the painting. It looked a bit bland and needed some more interesting vegetation… More work, but worth it.
Success
So pleased I’ve got my little painting “cat fish” accepted in the 3 counties open exhibition in August. It doesn’t happen often these days x
In memory
My mother died on midsummer day several years ago, I was there when she passed away…. I feel very sad today, all my recent losses have really got me down. I wish I could turn the clock back. I wish there was a way to speak to her, to ask her opinions, although we often disagreed, we had interesting discussions rather than full blown arguments. I painted this portrait before she died.
She was a strong and independent woman, she had to look after us when my Dad died. There are many sad memories about that part of my life too. But I think I’ve said enough.
Almost done
Painting rough sea is hard. Especially as I don’t have a good reference image to work from. The headland, beach and castle need sorting out. The ground is grassy but again the photo I’m using is not very clear. I’ll take a final picture when I’m done. Taking longer than I used to because of my Parkinsons disease. Acrylic on canvas.
Commemorate
I’ve got the proportions wrong, but it was hard to see through my tears as I painted him. Symbol of deep and lasting friendship. I know he won’t be back. One last sleep, nested somewhere in the garden. His heart strings jerked out of tune and failing. No medication for days, no chance of surviving. My greif is astounding.
Quick WIP
The tides coming in.
White horses canter
Over the waves
Will be finished
On the rip tide…
Painting waves.
Close up of a rough sea I’m painting for a friend. The only time my Parkinsons shake reduces is when I concentrate on painting. It’s not as neat as I would like it to be but I get into “flow” and my movements mysteriously improve. I really should learn more about it but most of the time I’m exhausted.
Painting like this is a way of relearning old skills that I thought I’d forgotten. Onwards and upwards….
Mallaband-Brown 