Just to remind you, the auction of Piffin's Nutella painting ends today at 16:00:52 EST, which is 10PM in Europe. We have a bidder, feel free to outbid her!
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You can't say she's not inspired. Do you think the fact that all of her teachers are women who stress feminist values is influencing her? At any rate, I am glad she isn't using the kind with wings anymore. I only have to buy the one kind now. Before I would always end up using her winged pads whenever I ran out, and they would scrape my legs until I had no skin left, torture. And these are also nice and papery. I hate the stay-dry kind with the plastic like surface, they make me sweat, I don't understand how anybody can stand those.
For the auction (done!) I'll take a better picture in daylight. This will have to do for the blog. I am still not nearly where I want to be with my oil skills, it is damn hard. There is no undo. But I like the way we are trying to do this, I am forced to finish whatever I start the same day. I used to work months on paintings, I hope to avoid that with this approach. These little triflings will improve, please endure. And I cannot blog today without mentioning the weather. Okay, I mentioned the weather.
Auction number two. Her goal is half a tuition fee. But she sits babies as well, which isn't bad business at all. And apart from all that auctioning, we are just really really cold this weekend. It's almost frightening, the icy tree branches in the stormy wind made alarming crackling noises as I walked under them. The streets are almost empty, the few people that do walk around, hunch their shoulders against the wind, dressed as if for a polar expedition. It is minus 14 at the moment, but the wind gusts make it feel much colder. Last night we made it out to see a ballet, our neighbour Garnet had done the sound design for it. Quite warming tropical Cambodian sounds. We also could have chosen neighbour Kirk, who played Mahler's ninth, together with our friend Michele, and dozens of others in the Toronto Symphony. Such an artistic street we live in. Michele's husband Skype-chatted me today that he was doing a gig in Boulder. I presumed Boulder was a bar of some kind here in Toronto, and I called him up to invite him for dinner. Okay, I am stupid. Boulder is in Colorado, smack in the middle of the USA.
That's it, we've done it. We started an auction. Starting oil paint after so many years is not easy, I will have to work on retrieving that skill. I am not super happy with this first result, but we have to start somewhere. I am going to keep doing miniature paintings of heroes and heroines. This one is the first female space tourist, but I can do many different ones. From Hansje Brinkers to Che Guevara or Terry Fox, it is pretty limitless and inspiring enough. Piffin has started her first oil painting, which we hope to list tomorrow. Of course hers will be so much better!
