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Went to the art supply store yesterday, in a fit of extravagance, and laid out fifty bucks for two cradled boards--one's the gessoboard, one the smooth clayboard. The smooth clayboard was the size I wanted to use for the bighorn pear painting, and they were out of gessoboard in that size, so, with some trepidation, I set to work.

I am in luuuuuv. It's like yupo paper, almost, but once the acrylic sets, it's actually set, so you can work over the top. The textures you can get are bizarre and wonderful.

This is an expensive habit to develop, but I am feeling surprisingly little remorse.


The grumpy little wren is still grumpy, the eggs are still eggy, the butterfly bush is blooming, the cicadas are shaking their staticky maracas up in the trees, and the only sound I can compare it to is one of those ratcheting sprinkler systems, that go "chka-chka-chka-chka-ssssssssssssss," falling from a great height.

And life is pretty darn good.

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ursulav

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Went to the art supply store yesterday, in a fit of extravagance, and laid out fifty bucks for two cradled boards–one’s the gessoboard, one the smooth clayboard. The smooth clayboard was the size I wanted to use for the bighorn pear painting, and they were out of gessoboard in that size, so, with some trepidation, I set to work.

I am in luuuuuv. It’s like yupo paper, almost, but once the acrylic sets, it’s actually set, so you can work over the top. The textures you can get are bizarre and wonderful.

This is an expensive habit to develop, but I am feeling surprisingly little remorse.

The grumpy little wren is still grumpy, the eggs are still eggy, the butterfly bush is blooming, the cicadas are shaking their staticky maracas up in the trees, and the only sound I can compare it to is one of those ratcheting sprinkler systems, that go “chka-chka-chka-chka-ssssssssssssss,” falling from a great height.

And life is pretty darn good.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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http://yerf.com/vernursu/bighornpear.jpg

The high mountain crags are home to that majestic creature, the Bighorn pear. The nimble pears somehow traverse the steep rocks without slipping and falling to their doom, and few fructovores can reach them in their chosen home. In the fruiting season, male pears often engage in vicious stem-butting contests, and the crack of horns (and squish of fruit) resounds through the mountains. Here, a male pear keeps watch over a female pear and a pearlet (the stem will fall off as the young pear matures.)

I painted this in a furious sprint, on that awesome cradled smooth clayboard. Acrylic, 12 x 24. Now I'm all exhausted. But I sold the garlic! So life is good and wonderful and my brain is complete sludge from hammering out two fairly big paintings in three mad days.

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ursulav

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http://yerf.com/vernursu/bighornpear.jpg

The high mountain crags are home to that majestic creature, the Bighorn pear. The nimble pears somehow traverse the steep rocks without slipping and falling to their doom, and few fructovores can reach them in their chosen home. In the fruiting season, male pears often engage in vicious stem-butting contests, and the crack of horns (and squish of fruit) resounds through the mountains. Here, a male pear keeps watch over a female pear and a pearlet (the stem will fall off as the young pear matures.)

I painted this in a furious sprint, on that awesome cradled smooth clayboard. Acrylic, 12 x 24. Now I’m all exhausted. But I sold the garlic! So life is good and wonderful and my brain is complete sludge from hammering out two fairly big paintings in three mad days.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.