Saturday, 15 November 2014

Nobody died


Our Man's not so happy with his latest watercolour. It's all right as far as it goes, but it doesn't go very far. And apologies for the poor attempt at kanji on the sign. Oh, sorry, remiss of Our Man, let him introduce you: this is Suzukiya, an old-style, upmarket inn and restaurant on Route 356 that Our Man passes on his way to work most days.

The sky is better than Monday's effort and Our Man is beginning to figure out how to paint trees. The downside is the sketch, though true enough to its subject, lacks a little punch. Lack of a focal point? Cold pallette? No people walking about?

Ahh, but whatever. It is what it is. Our Man might like it tomorrow, so all is good. The great thing about painting, writing and showing your arse in public is even when it sucks, nobody dies. And some deranged folk might even think it doesn't suck.

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