Right now I'm wondering why this weekend I can't get myself to put the first stroke of paint onto the canvas to paint my soldier and what Freud would say about the other soldiers I've started on.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
PROCRASTINATION IS A BITCH.
On Thursday night I dragged the husband along to the house of the gentleman who has commissioned me to paint a portrait of his father who was a soldier in the Irish Guards, you know, the ones with the red uniform and the big black bearskin hats who guard Buckingham Palace. We sipped wine and, sorry Dad, because I know you sometimes read this, watched a dvd of The Trooping of the Colour for 1hr & 45mins so I could pause the dvd and take photos of the uniform. I know. Riveting. That's how exciting my life is.
Right now I'm wondering why this weekend I can't get myself to put the first stroke of paint onto the canvas to paint my soldier and what Freud would say about the other soldiers I've started on.
Right now I'm wondering why this weekend I can't get myself to put the first stroke of paint onto the canvas to paint my soldier and what Freud would say about the other soldiers I've started on.
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