Worked a little bit on the honey painting today (had icky chores that prevented my working on it a lot). Am in that phase of looking more closely at everything, started each part of the painting as though it were a little painting in its own right. There’s so much happening in the still life, such nuanced changes of color, subtle shadows, colors I cannot identify. There’s such an amount of potential stuff that it’s rather mind-boggling.
For some reason, I feel as though I forgot how to paint. Or like I must relearn it. Well, it’s none the less delightful for having become strange again.
The little honey pot has a bee and honey comb design on it. Am struggling with that. Right now the honey pot is winning, but it’s early in the fight. Wish me luck!
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