Progress, regress

It's been awhile since I've blogged. Perhaps it's because I feel my only accomplishment has been to erase some flowers. Young K. has been my best painting this month, done right after seeing Alice Shille's work. Here she is under glass (too lazy to take her back out of the frame.)
After that, I missed out on finishing S. because she was sick the final Friday, and rescheduled to Thursday, when I help lead a Bible Study. I am so not wanting to finish her from an unsmiling photo ... Iwonder if the frame shop would let me take back her $50 frame?
And, lastly, my husband posed as an Amishman. I would have been more jazzed about him posing with a guitar, but Jack provided suspenders, hat and scythe, when I put out the call for Amish costume. I won't be finishing this. It was a good exercise in painting the full figure, which is rather tricky. Judy G. advised that I take several steps back to avoid foreshortening the legs. Good golly, they were way-y off! So his legs are a bit of a blur. He also has the scythe growing out of his toe... sigh.
Spring is coming, and with it, outdoor painting. I believe my brush is awaiting the release of winter's chill.


