The weather was miserable today; it was definitely not a painting expedition day. And, because 40 inches isn't a painting expedition sized canvas, I decided that today was the day to do a big(gish) painting of an earlier sketch and photograph from October last year.
She likes books. She's not at all sure about Hippie Dave and his clashing colours, but she does quite like the flowers... It is quite sweet of him to give them to her. Perhaps she will go to the concert with him...
The Librarian is the first bespectacled female Minifigure I've come across (not counting sunglasses, of course). As I wear glasses (and I like books), I thought she was worth acquiring.
I confess, I'm a bit scared of commercial art galleries. I feel out of place; I don't have the money to buy anything (and it's not as though I have empty walls), I didn't go to art school and I don't really understand the art world. It doesn't help when the stereotypical literature associated with these places is pretentious rubbish that uses very big words to tell you virtually nothing. Or so it seems.
I'm actually quite surprised that this is the first subject I've painted (apart from still lives) that is actually in the village I live in. Well, it's sort of right on the edge of the village, but it's a building, so it "belongs" in the village, while largely unbuilt-upon hills do not.
The bishops in my recent sub-series have been causing me some consternation. The clergy seem underrepresented in LEGO world (this is not a complaint; I am not a theist, and I'm reasonably certain that small plastic figures have little need for religious guidance). Then it occurred to me to make the bishops into monks, and with a little help from eBay and a Jedi knight, here is the first bishop. I expect his blue counterpart will turn up eventually.
"Those blimmin' blue peasants, bringing bits of corrugated field onto my nice shiny tile, tossing it around with pitchforks and dropping ash everywhere! And who has to tidy it up, I ask you? Humph. There'll be trouble, mark my words."
Yesterday was my first opportunity for a painting expedition this year. I thought to myself, surely the bluebells are out by now (they are late this year on account of spring being reluctant to show its face). So I laced up my boots and headed for the nearby bluebell woods.
There were some bluebells, but there were a lot more bluebell leaves. Maybe the woodland floor will be carpeted in blue next week...
So I kept on walking, getting slightly lost once or twice at the interface of the two maps I had with me. I was looking for a subject, but wasn't inspired enough to stop until just shy of two o'clock, by which time I was both hungry and concerned that I would run out of time.