By W.R. Jones
Lisa is forever whining about how difficult it is to do a demonstration painting in front of a large audience. Suspecting she is full of whiffle dust as always, I decided to do my own demo in front of a large discerning audience. Quite frankly I found it to be a piece of cake, or dog biscuit, as the case may be.
As is clear to the most casual observer of the above photos, I had the rapt attention of my class.
The more sharp eyed of the art critics, such as our friend, 100swallows, will certainly note there is no color on my palette. I’m not allowed to use paint anymore since I got some on my corduroy pants. Painting with this restriction is referred to as drybrush. It is hard to get color into a painting using this technique, the only color being a grayish haze produced by whatever dust has accumulated on the brush.
In this demonstration I showed the class the use of the mahl to steady the hand. Now here is something I should have tried before the demo. I found out the hard way that when you rest the tip of the mahl (using your left hand) on a very small painting, you can’t reach the painting with the other hand even with a very long handled brush. I looked like a complete idiot waving that brush around in the air unable to get near the canvas. In a fit of pique I chucked that damn mahl over my shoulder; didn’t realize the window was so close. Now, I suppose, in addition to not being allowed to use paint, the mahl will be off limits as well.
Lisa, please note my more formal dress code. I’ve been trying to get that woman to dress in a professional manner for a long time now. To date she has thwarted every effort. I want to present a professional image on our blog in an effort to get my prices into the 2 figure range.
The other day this fellow asked me if I sold my work. I told him only to discerning, knowledgeable collectors. He then ask what range my art sold for. I replied I liked to start the negotiations well up into the 2 figures. He, “You mean like $11 or $12?” “Well, Ya.” “I’ll give you $7.” “Done. But it will have to be cash.”
My audience was not really that large, I moved Mango around to give myself the feeling of demonstrating in front a big bunch. However, in my more lucid moments, I realized it was only me and Mango. Still, I thought the demo went very well. I don’t know what that woman is bitching about.