After spending some frustrated time yesterday trying to paint hands, I just couldn't let it alone, I had to have another go. So I went back to the easel today and made some adjustments.
These look much more like hands to me.
After working on the hands I decided it was time to start tackling the pattern on the lady's gown. This really had me really apprehensive because I just didn't know how it was going to approach it, let alone wonder how it would turn out. Here are my efforts so far.
A few splodges of colour here and there doesn't look too crash hot but when you stand back...it actually looks o.k.
I had forgotten how much I love painting, time just disappeared today.
Anne xx
I see an improvement in the fingers and I think the floral design on the tunic is very lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love the way that your painting is growing each time you blog, it must be wonderful to have such a talent. x
ReplyDeleteThe hands look great Anne and I love the pattern on the robe.....I know how the time flies when you get involved in something.....
ReplyDeleteClaire x
Simply beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLovely to catch up with your blog again
Have a super week.
Xx
I think it looks great Anne! Much better than what I could ever do. Painting isn't my thing. I think you are doing a great job!
ReplyDeleteIt's looking great - then hand looks so much better now than on the previous post - well done!
ReplyDeleteOh and my latest post is about Padley Gorge - the first painting on you calendar!
I can see the difference in the hands & the flowers on the gown - you've captured them perfectly.
ReplyDeleteYou've been hiding your talents ... it's wonderful Anne :D
ReplyDeleteJust lovely, Anne!
ReplyDeleteYour paintings are wonderful! Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work Anne. I find hands very, very difficult to draw and paint so I can empathise with you there - but I can also see you've done a great job! They are so expressive and you've done a lovely job with the lighting - giving them the depth.
ReplyDeleteNice job :)
ReplyDeleteSo many paintings suffer from being looked at from such close quarters that the illusion disappears.