It's been miserable, wet and cold here for days, so I've been doing more painting than gardening.
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| Peacock, detail, M Robb, 2015, watercolor |
Paintings are funny things. Sometimes, one is just ready to be born, and it's finished in a matter of hours, or days:
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| Hot Spot, M Robb, 2015, acrylic and metal leaf |
Sometimes, one can take years. It gets put away in some dark corner, or the garage, only to be pulled out and finished when a certain problem is solved or new technique is mastered:
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| Windsurfers, M Robb, 2013-15, acrylic mixed media, 3x4ft |
A wonderful biography of Marc Chagall by his second (common-law) wife, Virginia Haggard, explained that the painter never threw away a single painting. He might re-paint, or completely paint over a canvas, but could never bear to just chuck it out. Some painters are chuckers and some are hoarders, I guess! I've done both, but tend toward the latter. Have a great weekend!
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