I am having SO much fun with the new bear! I really wish that I hadn't wasted so much time fighting with the last when I should have just moved on. I'd almost forgotten the joy of painting!
Anyway, here is the under-painting which I have nearly completed. One more layer to get all of my tonal values should do it and then I can start adding some colour!
And once the lightest areas are highlighted in the final stages, it should really spring to life :0)
© Sandra Busby
Note the date, which I have changed to 1938. This is because the bear himself dates back to around that period. But - Since taking this photograph I have changed it back to 1998!
This is because a friend of mine made a very good point - My style with the bears is old fashioned but with a modern twist - so why change the date at all? It made perfect sense as soon as I read her comment!
So, 1998 it is!
Anyway, going back to older times, some recent events have taken me right back to an era way before my own...
Last week, Paul returned home from a days work with a large, battered cardboard box tucked under his arm.
I was intrigued to learn what was inside the box and as he pulled off his rain soaked jacket and kicked of his big muddy boots, he explained that for one of the jobs he had done that day, instead of being paid with money for his efforts, the customer had paid him with sausages and bacon!!!
Paul seemed very happy with this exchange and - well, who was I to argue with that big, smiley carnivorous face as he proudly plonked what I am sure was an entire farmyard on the kitchen table?
Interestingly we had made a similar exchange of our own the previous weekend, when on Paul's return from a days fly-fishing, we had visited our local Pub and paid for our drinks with the trout he had caught!
Oh how simple life could be! If only we could pay our mortgages like that!
This is something that could only happen in the countryside. I'm sure it simply wouldn't happen in the cities.
Our local pub that took the fish is more than 600 years old and is the heart of where we live.
A while ago we were there with some family who were visiting from London. They were totally bewildered when a local farmer parked his tractor in the car park and wandered in with his Cockerel who then joined him at the bar for a pint of Ale! Anyone would have thought that they'd never seen a Cockerel in a pub before! The Ale wasn't for the Cockerel of course - If I remember correctly, the Cockerel was supping on the Whiskey-Chasers! (Just kidding) ;0)
If you ever visit this country and you want to see the real England, with proper red telephone boxes and friendly country folk, it has to be the countryside. London isn't really English anymore - and I don't mean because of it's multi-cultural society, but rather because the truly British red telephone boxes have been replaced with what can only be described as alien ships made out of glass and the traditional old pubs are few and far between.
And if a man walked in to a pub in London, chewing on a piece of straw and armed with a chicken, he'd probably be mistaken for an escaped lunatic and carted off to the nearest mental health institute!
Anyway, I have been waffling on for far longer than I intended and as I ponder over a Chocolate Mini-Roll and a cup of tea, on one final thing I could share with you before I go, I look up and see the beautiful watercolour card I received from Judy of De Draad Aquarellen, which is perched upon the kitchen fireplace...
|Judy of De Draad Aquarellen|
...Isn't it gorgeous?