Sketching with oil paint, small cheetah cub paintings.
In a world. Far, far, away. I spent hours in a gallery admiring the paintings of Errol Boyle. Fortunate enough to be guided by him through his studio, and gallery. An experience, no less, inspirational than Van Gogh in Zurich, Monet In New York City, or Kandinsky in St Petersburg. Unbelievably special to see one of his works, in a collection of a private home that is, itself majestic. I have so much to learn.
First test of the recycled plastic butterfly mobile has highlighted the limitations of using the plastic for the structural components. It bends! Need to rethink that aspect, although the gorilla glue seems to be holding. Blue, white and clear. With that pop of turquoise.
Blustery day for the market at The Farm. A few small succulents adding an extra dimension to the French urn on the patio that will hopefully survive the salt laden wind and summer sun. The bread delicious with oven roasted Camembert wrapped in Spanish Serrano ham. Even if trashed my blood sugars.