Always thinking, wandering, slipping, into oblivion. I watch my feet, averting my eyes. Glitter catches my gaze as I stare down into the sun. Shuffling amusement, laughing, talking, brilliance bouncing off of the surface. Golden skies and rudabaga, fantasy and reality. Moving ever onward..........
Thursday, August 12, 2010
My Cigar Box Pochade
I love my box. I use it all of the time. I figured out a way to attach a larger palette to it with another bungee chord so that I can mix larger "messes" of paint (I'll have to take a photo of that ). I like the small palette too, though. It's nice for plein air and minimal color combinations. But of course, as you can see, I also use it for a lot of colors anyway. I'm of several minds as you can tell.