Springtime coffee morning
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I finished the little painting of the coffee pot in the morning light, and now realise what a ghastly image I posted yesterday. This picture marks the completion of a practice exercise for something similar, which I plan to do on a bigger canvas.
There are many quirks and adjustments to be made, and some compositional repositioning of the individual elements for the bigger picture. But whatever the valid criticism, I think it is a cheerful representation. It is ridiculous how many times I have smiled at it today.
When I set up the scene for the bigger picture, I will make a pot of fresh coffee. The model for this painting involved second-hand coffee grounds, so the colour is faithful to what I saw, but you must know that I would never serve anyone coffee made that way.
I will paint the window pane (right-hand-side blob of ineffective pale yellow in the painting) properly when I get serious on a larger canvas.
Just for fun, I placed the picture on the table next to the chair (which I did not reference at all when I painted it in this morning). I do not possess a green table cloth; that part is fantasy. The old cloth in the photo is there to protect the table when I am painting, and I make no attempt to remove any of the marks it has acquired.
Years ago, I played golf and got quite good at it, but only because I practised week in and year out. I wrote about the feeling in a blog post in—gosh!—August 2011 called Click, which I offer to you as something a little more uplifting than the drivel above.
If you prefer golf-themed humour, then check out my vignette on the subject in Scatterling — A potted story of me so far, or simply scroll down for a screenshot of the page in question:
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