(fiction)
Through the window:"Oh boy, what a dramatic sky, today! Quick, quick! I'm going to prepare my pallet, my easel... Holy cow where is my rag? Yes I'm in a fine fettle today, I'm feeling like a million bucks!" So the artist is getting down to work. The paintbrush begins to wriggle, sometimes softly, sometimes furiously...A hand-to-hand combat, a race against the time..."Damn it, clouds are altering...Quick...the shapes, catching hold of the tones,don't forget the halftones...Goodness, I'm in a sweat, my glasses become cloudy..." The Voice of Conscience suddenly whispers:" Please stop now! Don't go on! Your painting is finished!" Already,the weather outside is not just the same...
I am a newly registered member and your last picture has prompted me to write to you for the first time in order to put some questions to you.
1. I am wondering how do you manage to keep your colours so fresh, so distinct from one another , do you use Liquine or another medium ?
2.do you use hog hair brushes?
My mail is all about techniques but I am a frustrated painter. Nevertheless I enjoy opening my mail to find your work, it is like a bed time story every night!
Thank you
Monique
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