"I've stirred up the silt a bit … so best not do any washing for a couple of days".
I immediately took this on board … and interpreted it to mean I shouldn't do any sweeping … or mopping … or indeed any activity that could even vaguely be regarded as a domestic task.
So I got out my paints … and whipped this up instead.
Based loosely on this shot … which I took at Whitehaven Beach, Queensland … a few years back.
Then because I'm almost certain that the silt still hasn't settled … and it's bound to be floating dangerously within the water tank … I decided to get artistic again yesterday.
I mean I'm positively prolific at the moment … and I'm seriously considering setting myself up in an artist grotto/ghetto (wasn't sure which … both seem pretty appropriate) … and becoming a recluse.
Specially if I can find myself a wealthy patron and a muse … actually this guy will do for both … *swoon*.
But I was smarter this time … I decided to use a model that is highly unlikely to give me any cheek over the end result.
Someone who is well accustomed to having their portrait painted … someone who has had more bad portraits painted than I've had hot dinners … this is based on my assumptive powers and not any actual facts … who else but The Queen.
Based loosely on this shot … which I
So I gave it a go … and failed pretty spectacularly.
There's something entirely wrong with her … and I've managed to make her less peaches and cream … and more final stages cirrhosis of the liver.
But hey … I had a bit of fun.
Who should I butcher next? Any suggestions?
And if you should suggest Gerard Butler … please inform him it will be a "Life Drawing" and to arrive suitably unclothed … nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
Her Majesty is unamused.