This marine ply looked as though it needed to be painted. So I did. The quiet today was lovely and welcome. It never gets old being surrounded in the studio by small folk sewing, constructing, all manner of hands busily moving while the words came steadily and slowly. We talked about The Spongebob movie, potential dinner plans and how people, even adults can behave like dickheads.
Then she appeared. Standing firm in a storm, showing grace under fire – all that jazz.
I painted. With acrylics – she is a work in progress – as we all are. The glue is wet, so will dry to be kind of translucent in places, the nice part is that it is firmly in the hands of the glue – I’ll work with what’s left over, like a lucky dip.