I had a death in the family and my inheritance was a bunch of plates.
I seized them greedily, as this picture displays. Yes, they break but I like the weight of them. I like that they were eaten off of by my aunt for years. Now they live in the studio and soon a couple small plates will make it to Dublin in my paint box for a trip abroad.
Have you seen what they are selling in art stores for palettes? What a waste of money. Round plastic saucers with no place to mix your colors.
This shot is of my easel and the bottom of a Manhattan painting in progress. With the display of my aunts dishes, which mirror this paintings colors. To me it displays a comfort zone of a work station showing studio tools of the trade.
By Monday I will be in Ireland with my portable studio, ready to work under unforeseeable conditions and subjects.
I am still young enough to hike around the moors and go trespassing, after a long day of driving on the other side of the road. It will not be a successful painting trip, till some farmer hollers at me from across his field. These trips are all about pushing it and getting out of your comfort zone, and having fun.
I will be posting from Ireland about this trip, my fifth here and most likely my last last to the Emerald Island. The world is so big and there is so much to see.
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