Detailing the Still Life and Enjoying Kindred Spirits

Large Still Life in Progress

That night there was a party to welcome us at the Casino, just a small party, the MacLeishes, the Murphys, the Fitzgeralds and we who were living at the villa.  No one drank anything stronger than champagne and it was very gay and obviously a splendid place to write.  There was going to be everything that a man needed to write except to be alone.

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Temperatures have fallen to 27 degrees, I’m huddling closer to the space heater, and finding joyous communion with kindred spirits tonight.  I am halfway through Part 2 of the video lecture of Joseph Campbell on James Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.  And I have been intermittently “tagged” by phone calls, emails, text messages, blog responses and Facebook comments while working tonight.  I thought I was going to be alone in the studio, but such has not been the case, and the company has been most welcome.  Thanks, all of you!

I really want to get up to my elbows in rendering this frying pan, but I cannot get good light on it in the studio tonight. It has a different look that I prefer during the daylight hours, so I guess I’ll have to leave it alone until the day comes.  Meanwhile, I suppose I’ll keep chipping away at the two rustic signs hanging on the door, and re-working the shadows cast.

Thanks for reading.

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