gone tomorrow

It's week two on Flora Bowley's e-course and my nails and kitchen counter look like shit but I'm having a blast! Colour is my crack and painting in this free and intuitive way is some kind of awesome high. Sometimes I wish things could move along faster but I know actually, during a school week,(when I really should be worrying about assessments) this is perfect for me. Each day, I log in to hear some thoughts on intuition and creativity or a do creative project, and twice a week videos with Flora showing the next step with another layer to add to my rapidly evolving canvases.

 She's warned us not get get too attached to the canvas as it's going to change a whole lot more. So I took a look, snapped the pic... and it will probably not be around next Tuesday.

Gone Tomorrow - Lambchop (Mr M)-2012

three little pots

So I spent the last few days of my hols redecorating. I learned that my little passage only needs three (ok, that was a bit of a push- next time I'll do it with four) little 250ml test pots of paint, coming to a grand total of R70. As the smallest tin I could have them mix up was 5litres at R450 a pop allow me to do my Jack Black stick-it-to-the-man pose. Heee!

Bummer that all three pics have a slightly different hue but the first pic is pretty acurate. The colour is Plascon's 'Bottlenose' - a greyish, greenish blue. I had planned on going much darker but it didn't look that great. I suppose because it's quite a dark little passage already.  I really, really wanted to make the skirting boards white. Think how cool that would look! But as the rest of the flat has white walls I thought it would be rather a waste. I like the dark stain against the white.

 I also painted the book case. Bad lighting resulted in not the best of photos but you get the idea.  : )

PS- The blue scrunchy seen in various positions on the floor is a cat toy, just in case you think I like to fling it around. ;-P
Foo Fighters- Ballad Of The Beaconsfield Miners


Joni Mitchell- California

Day 3

Nothing like sitting on a concrete step baked by a rapidly setting sun. We ( the cat and I) contemplate the day and listen to the neighbours clattering in the kitchen. Even the taxi's doef-doef as it flies over the bridge isn't too terrible this evening.