Yesterday I took advantage of Guernsey’s glorious spring sunshine and took the easel outside. Earlier in the day I went to the reclamation site and nabbed myself some wood, canvases are way too dear.
I have spent to the past week wanting to do some il painting and this work in progress more than satisfied my need.
Oil paint on wood
this is my studio currently. sometimes cleaning things up feels so much like composing a picture that I’ll spend all day only doing that. other times I convince myself it’s better to make a picture. this tiny paradox is a long and brutal struggle and nobody is winning.
late night drawing sesh.
it’s not even late lol, but this time is where my best ideas are thought and put down in my sketchbook (: though, i am extremely bored.