Just cresting the bend on his daily walk, Walter Hobbs could barely make out the town common just ahead. It had always fascinated him how he could be walking down a country lane and then appear just inside the town where all the bustle of town life was all around. He looked forward to making a wish in the fountain today even after all these years; more often than not, they came true. He counted himself lucky to be a member of this community, he thought, as he quickened his pace and started whistling a tune. He was so close he wanted to hurry before all the wishes were used up.
What I’ve learned in oils so far. I never think I’m doing it correctly or think I’m going to like it until the last 20 or 10 minutes. Once I add the finishing touches of lights and shadows it all comes together. Kinda like magic and don’t we all need a little magic now and then in our everyday lives?
Talk about magic. I love underpainting too. It’s like uncovering an old sepia photograph.