But now this weekend was good in an all-together different way -- weather was chilly, clouds scudding through, sun in and out (mostly in). So I worked inside trying out ideas on these 8" x 8" gallery canvases. There are "unsuccessful" paintings underneath, so that the primed surface was very textured and rough. Working with wax and oils, I scrubbed and rubbed, using fragments of other paintings and found translations from old Italian and French dictionaries published back in the 1920s --
|Translation #2: That I might love|
|Translation #3: I would speak|
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.