Oil paint represents something to me – not sure what. Seriousness? Commitment? Having to take myself seriously? Not sure why or how oil paint became something other people did – not me.
But here I am, learning oil paint with my art classes. First week – black & white, second week a limited palette: black, white, red (burnt sienna?), some yellow that I was urged not to use full strength.
2 thoughts on “oil paint”
love the sweet creamer- fresh white topping for my coffee!
I think you would have enjoyed my mother-in-law. She loved all the things that meant hospitality to her.