I painted Walt Whitman for my wall. This is a close resemblance 🙂 : I used an egg from one of my own chickens1 to make egg tempera and I used pencil also.
I looked at this public domain photo, although I straightened him:
George C. Cox was the photographer and Adam Cuerden retouched that original photo of Whitman.
Since I want to view my painting from a distance, I really had to exaggerate with white globs of marble dust paint.
1. The egg came from Birda (Birda, because she’s a bird. Get it?)
(The Laborer) I watercolored a pair of old work gloves:
I had thrown away my work gloves when I decided they were more holes than glove. Then, of course, I wanted to paint them, but couldn’t find them in the trash. 🙂 So my son gave me a pair of his old work gloves. He’s left-handed too, and the holes are mainly in his left glove, also.
I’ve always loved old, worn gloves. And the people who wear them out.
This is a sketch for today.
I wanted to make it darker, but I ran out of time.
Of course, it’s not completely imagined, knowing me. https://pixabay.com/p-22197
Here – next day and photographed under yellow light bulbs – good grief, that makes the white look very yellow! Ag!!! :
I actually painted, yay!!! This is Nala. She’s a little aloof. She likes only one person, her human. I’m not her human; maybe that’s why she bites my hand. She’s looking at me and I’m afraid she’s thinking, “Tastes like chicken.“
This is one of my boots on my stepstool, with a WWII canteen on the bottom step. Oh, and I laid that rock walkway. I replaced yesterday’s photo with a slightly better one. Though the rocks have a greenish cast that the camera isn’t seeing. I’ve put on a coat of acrylic matte varnish.
This is Bubba: a walker hound and neighborhood dog. He would make the rounds of the neighborhood; in the evenings he would howl at my backdoor for scraps. We haven’t seen him in a long time and for some reason really miss him. He was absolutely convinced that everyone should love him, even though he walked on the tops of cars.
And pulled off my green tomatoes, loving me for planting green ball trees just for him.
The leaves over his head I left vague and hopefully they look similar to question marks, which constantly floated out of his head (well…).
I used the secondary triad orange, green and violet. I wanted to say that, because it sounds so impressive, like I know what I’m doing with color.