One of the things I discovered while
painting in California, is that I had forgotten
all about the palette knife. Chris had such
an amazing array of tools and brushes, that
I found my self painting with scrapers and
I remembered that somewhere in the art box
that my mother used was at least one palette
knife. She loved oil painting and tried her
hand at that. I have held onto her now dried
up paints and tools for over 29 years since
Today, I resurrected her palette knife
and happily smooshed metallic paint all over
Since she was a perfectionist, I am sure
that my methods would have somewhat
appalled her, but the spirit of my gesture,
of using her tools after all this time;
well I think she would have felt honored.
Some day I suspect my son will discover this
old wine box with dried up paint and wonder
why the heck I kept it all those years. I think
I will include a letter inside and let him know why.
Happy Friday all.