Hark!

Into this quiet, post-Xmas time I managed to inject a world of angst when the acrylics eluded success after long efforts at the easel. Then...Hark! a voice from Tucson...friend Carol brought all her years of art and teaching to bear on my story via our smart phones these 2000 +/- years past Christ's Last Supper. A large sigh of relief was heard from my now nearly clear lungs, and I attacked the project renewed and eager in a way that brought me back to the Pima College Days in the early 80s. Yea!

Yecccch!

I just plain don't like acrylics, and never have. So why did I use them? To answer that I'll get all tangled up in my own underwear; so, I won't try.

Using the white acrylic like the gesso it really is I painted a slurry over all the dark stuff.

Looking at this I think the dark needed even more white over it, but wondered if it would then take pastels.

The pastels aren't up to covering the darks, but the charcoal is mostly OK covering, but details will be a problem.

Went to get another canvas to start anew, and don't you know...it's New Year's Eve! and the local Michael's locked up as I was getting out of my car at 6 p.m. (No wonder there was so much crazy traffic today.)  Blick's up in Allentown is open for a few hours tomorrow with a half price sale going on so I'll probably head there.

Maybe I can use the acrylics to paint stuff on tee-shirts.

It is comfy here at Marge's. I feel for the old couple next door as they are having a new furnace installed the last couple of days. Nobody wants to have to do that Christmas week.

And, it seems a little outlandish celebrating Christ''s birth and have a Last Supper project going on. He won't mind though, I'm reasonably sure. He was pretty unorthodox in His own time.

Aidan shared another selfie a few days ago. It's the second wallop that he is proud of. I'd be proud just to do the first wallop half the distance and not break my toe.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!