Well, oil be…

I finally gave in and began embarking on the latest phase of my new art career, namely oil paints.

They were there, in their metal cases with their screw top lids, coaxing me into using them. They’ve been there for a month or two. Smooth sides, shiny, slim, crying out to be squeezed…

Three weeks in (and having been involved in a big publishing project during this time too) and there’s now five paintings finished. Yes, yes, they’re all of famous magicians, but it does mean that I’ll soon be offering oil painted portraits for commissions as well as charcoal and pencil work.

And, hand-on-heart, am LOVIN’ the oils! Not quite enjoying how long they take to dry, but nonetheless, expect the vast majority of my future work to be in oils.

Just one pallet of colour for a recent portrait can be seen in the photograph. Odd as, in my life, I prefer minimalism and simplicity. But when it comes to painting, it’s chaos! And perhaps that is how it should be. Ying and Yang and all that!

A friend of mine used to have a poem on her fridge that began, ‘Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better, to paint a picture or write a letter…’ I sat down to write this blog and carry on painting after cleaning my studio.

Speaking of which… back to the drawing board.