11 Sunday Aug 2013
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Oil on canvas, 24″ x 20″
Mark Snyder
August 11, 2013
My first foray into oil paint- a simple experimentation with color, texture, and wet-on-wet blending.
I really enjoy the color intensity and feel of oil paints, though acrylics are a heck of a lot more convenient to use and clean up.
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Thank you Sue. To my father, having and expressing feelings was “dramatic” and was dealt with harshly- even violently. Creativity was out of the question.
Now that he is on his deathbed, the title seems fitting.
I’m sorry to hear that, my friend. But yes, I can understand the title that goes with the emotion .
Thanks. I always felt the best revenge was to live well! 🙂
I just replaced our garbage disposal in the same spirit- to him I was a bright kid but totally incapable of anything practical.
*chuckles* I can completely appreciate that 🙂
Take that, Dad! :0)
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Wow ! Intense. I would not have guessed this from you. 🙂
Really? Do tell.
You know, I had no idea oil paints took this long to dry! I thought of entering this one in the state fair just for giggles (or more to the point, to get the criticism from the judges), but I’m not sure if it’ll be dry by October!
You want to hear something bittersweet? I didn’t know it but my (paternal) grandmother was a painter.