Tuesday, 2 August 2011
And that was what I drew, and then painted, and then went over with fine black pen to bring out the finer details of the drawing.
It sounds so simple saying all of that in one sentence.
But it wasn't at all easy.
It's the most detailed subject I've ever drawn. And the details within it fascinated me. Particularly the textures. The grooves of the old wooden counter top, the peeling plaster, the faded blue of the aged paint, the sagging shelves, the missing draws in the seed cabinet, the cobwebs, and old bricks.
And I drew all of them.
Because what he also wanted was for all of it to look interesting for anyone to see. Not just for his memories, but for anyone viewing it.
I rang him last night to say I'd finished it, and we arranged for me to deliver it to him this morning. He asked me if I was pleased with it, and I said I was. He said an ominous "We'll see" about whether he would be......
He looked and looked then said he'd look at it for ages, and fall in love with it, and I agreed that was the way it should be with paintings, to gently fall in love with it from constant viewing, and constant liking what is seen in it.