This is another end piece of hardboard I kept to play on. I bought a bag of these tiny impossibly dark apples to paint because they keep forever and don't melt under the lights, and I am not tempted to eat them. I have a beautiful Lucien Freud book that came with an impressive sleeve, and for some time I have been using the sleeve as a prop for cloth or paper behind a set up. So I scooted the apples against the sleeve (you see the letters in the upper left corner) and went looking for a suitable sheet of colored paper to prop up against it. When I came back to it, I thought the darkness of the apples needed another weighted color, so I thought why not use the black, and then I really looked at the letters and thought.......
If only I could channel Lucien.
Bonjour Jean, merci pour ces belles pommes annonciatrice de l'automne...
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ReplyDeleteAlors bon d'entendre ta voix ....
Si seulement c'était l'automne, il est de 100 degrés ici au Texas. J'espère que votre spectacle s'est bien passé!
Merci, moi aussi je suis heureuse de pouvoir admirer à nouveau le résultat de votre talent... L'exposition fut positivement réussie. Bisous.
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