A break from the watercolour series to share a sketch some friends sent me today. I made it in their visitors' book late one night in, I guess, 1997, when my baby daughter and I stayed with them in Paris. The title speaks for itself. At that age the hand is so tiny compared with the head... it comes from a time in my academy days in Brussels when I was preoccupied with what we called "la respiration de la ligne". And, in the Mackenzies precious book, I had only one chance to get it right.
The Paintbox Evolution - Having used my original SW-designed-and-built-revolutionary-hold-many-paint-pans-as-you-could-wish-for watercolour box for a few months, it has evolved. ...
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