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When I paint figurative watercolours, I always have a piece of paper of the same size next to my painting, where I can test my brush mark. I call it my pallet, and I have kept each of these over the years, and mid march I decided to paint each one, using only one colour per pallet.
This is the second batch of twenty, I’m still applying the rule of adding one colour per pallet, but decided to break a “watercolour rule” of only getting white by leaving the paper unpainted, this allowed the work to evolve, so that white is sometimes added.
As with the previous 20, it’s unclear to me whether there is or is not a “way up”. So feel free to flip.
Project started mid-March 2020. I took the sheets used as pallets for my figurative water-colours and decided to paint them, while being limited to using only one colour when painting on top of any one pallet.
Is there a way up? Sometimes maybe. Sometimes not. I may have arbitrarily chosen a “way up” – but perhaps there is no one way up. If I ever frame them, I will need to devise a way they can be hung horizontally or vertically from any side. Visitors are welcome to save any of these and see whether they prefer it flipped another way.
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.”
Boyd K. Packer
Watch Jack Chapple.
Have far to go,
And the road stretches
Ahead of them
All the way to infinity.
A green beret,
A Dutch bonnet.
Arm in arm,
Into the hoarding,
As they grow.
They’re from a gone decade,
In for the long haul.
And the goal
Is what exactly?
Reach old age,
More or less whole?
Grown out of
Still exist, you know,
With mended strap,
Buckle sewn back on,
Or perhaps a scrap
Of leather from
An even earlier one,
One that has lost
Its partner years ago,
Serves as a patch
To save a sole.
“Use it up,
Wear it out,
Make it do,
Or do without.”
Click the link to watch Trippin
This is a dance video set in the wonderful communist monuments of what was Yugoslavia.
At first it was simply a mild irritation
At his slightly buck-toothed expression.
He carried on, convincingly enough,
But then there was his lisp, you hardly heard it
At first, but gradually it became unmissable:
THs as Fs. It was tedious.
He tended to begin with a slightly out-of-kilter
Remark that caused you to pause,
But then he expanded, rapidly; his voice
Louder by the F, and there was no denial,
Remonstration or disagreement.
His own opinion poured out of him,
Flooding the ears of his unwilling listeners.
More about this plague and how Marcus Aurelius tried to deal with it