Boris and his Flowers
So another layer on the flowers while I wait for my magic eraser... I am not an avid fan of yellow flowers, especially ones that are this pale. Still, I mixed my own grey from the primary colours I used in the rest of the painting and it seems to have worked (Lemon Yellow, Mauve and Ultramarine). I am glad I waited this long to do it. I suddenly feel like my skills have launched off the helipad. When I look at some bits of my paintings now and I only wish I started them later when I had this new set of skills. Although, that's silly as I wouldn't have the skills if I hadn't done these painting in the first place. Still it's a good feeling to suddenly feel like you can do anything (or should I say a whole lots more) on the paper
Worked on Pol's yesterday and she is looking a lot better. Polly was actually originally done from my head/memory! I then got a herbarium specimen to check the flowers and put them in later so that the sizes were correct. I now have a plant, so I am able to sort out the shading on her leaves. This is not how how I wanted to paint her, but I had to get on with it and get a lot of the primary layers in place before I went to Bali. I am glad I was that organised now. I will post a picture of Polly tomorrow.
Worked on Pol's yesterday and she is looking a lot better. Polly was actually originally done from my head/memory! I then got a herbarium specimen to check the flowers and put them in later so that the sizes were correct. I now have a plant, so I am able to sort out the shading on her leaves. This is not how how I wanted to paint her, but I had to get on with it and get a lot of the primary layers in place before I went to Bali. I am glad I was that organised now. I will post a picture of Polly tomorrow.

Song of the moment:
When I grow up, I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That’s what I’ll do, throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you
I’m very good with plants
When my friends are away
they let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
for a minute or two
then back on my feet and cry for you oooh oh
You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
Too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise
The face in the ceiling and arms too long
I wait for him to catch me
Waiting for you to embrace me
When I grow up, I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That’s what I’ll do, throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad, I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you
I’m very good with plants
When my friends are away
they let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
for a minute or two
then back on my feet and cry for you oooh oh
You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
Too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise
The face in the ceiling and arms too long
I wait for him to catch me
Waiting for you to embrace me













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