Today I went to the studio and painted. I also socialized A LOT. I’m starting to meet other artists in my building and it’s fantastic. It almost makes me feel like I live here.
Every Thursday we meet with “lunchy” items and then go back/off to work. Today I spent hours mixing flesh tones. Exciting for me, probably not for you. My studio looks like it’s full of strange coloured icing.
I quickly became short of palettes to mix paints on and I ended up improvising. I used old scraps of wood covered with cut plastic bags to mix paint on. I used so much paint, It looked like over indulgent icing, practically unhealthy icing.
However, there is something comforting about creating mounds of paint.