December 8, 2020
Good morning. It's early, gray and twenty nine degrees outside. We may get up to thirty three later today, and we may get a sprinkling of snow. We'll just have to wait and see.
I'm watching a program about painting a scene with acrylic paints. The painter is Roger Bansemer, and I have to tell you, so far I'm not very impressed. He starts out by coloring big blocks on his canvas with a piece of charcoal to show where all the large pieces should be. Then he pencils in some lines.
Now he's spreading globs of dull color on these charcoal parts. He doesn't really paint objects, just splotches that sort of look like they could be something. Not my type of painting. I suppose though, different strokes for different folks. Now he's using white chalk to draw some rough details on the dark colors. Really?
I used to have a ceramics shop and we did a lot of painting there with acrylics. And we never painted the way this fellow is painting. However, once this fellow's painting is close to being finished, it doesn't look all that bad. Hmmm, we learn something new every day!
Today I want to share a beautiful photo that my son in law, Mac, took from his front porch a few nights ago. Mac, this is gorgeous. Thank you for sharing it with us.
How about a blast from the past? How many of you got to knead the oleo to make the butter yellow? This comes from back in the forties. My brother and I got to take turns doing this when we were little. (image borrowed from the web)