I'm taking a Painting with Acrylics beginner class at the local art supply store with my friend, Elaine. This has been really cool; I grew up doing art (Mom is an art teacher and a very accomplished artist), but haven't really done any painting aside from some model railroad backdrops over 10 years ago. The picture I chose to do is one of the place L grew up in; my in-laws just sold it, so I thought it would be nice for them to have a memory of it. This is the photo:
And this is my painting (I took the picture of it leaning on a box, so the top part is a bit out of focus):It's almost done - I have some work to do on the beach and the grasses in the very front, and a little bit more on the trees to make them look right. I should be able to finish tomorrow night.
I was taking a bunch of pictures of the trees outside our window, off our deck. I love the way the light filters through all the pine and oak trees. I want the next picture to be much more loosey-goosey in terms of style; thinking more Group of Seven than Robert Bateman.
Anyway, after I went to bed, L apparently decided to take a picture of our bar. As I've mentioned before, I am a scotch afficianado. And this is our bar:
That's a lot of booze.