I had never painted a real still life before, but during the last free days of the holidays (Yes, I'm still completing my year 13cert...) I attempted something new and different from my usual typical horses or cats. I was becoming a little afraid I would turn into a mediocre portrait artist, never growing better just churning out the same old stuff. And so in a fit of inspiration I painted this over a couple days. And presented it to Mum on her birthday.
Now that it's finished and since I haven't looked hard at it for a couple weeks I can see all the flaws in it. That always happens, such a damper! But still I feel this painting is a turning point for me and assures me I can still keep improving if I put my mind and effort to it.
It has displaced a faded old copy of Millet in the best spot over the mantle piece in our lounge.
There are actually three other pieces of mine visible in this photo.
