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More Fruit

Did I say I needed to paint more fruit, and did I hear someone say let's see some more? I'm sure I did. Here are two more attempts at this acrylic business with a red apple and a bunch of grapes. With one tiny tube each of bright red and blue, purple was hard to come buy, but I got as close as I could. Click on the picture for a closer view.

I think this is the last of my $1 canvas experiments. If I keep this up, I'll have to invest in some nicer canvas and paint something that hasn't been drawn in for me. I'm nervous though. It's like taking a little kid who has been forced to color within the lines and giving him a blank sheet of paper and telling him to go wild with the box of crayons.

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Shazza said…
Nice Fruit! I say...go crazy girl! Be free!
10:03 AM
Maria said…
I am envious of anyone who can paint or even draw. Liv surpassed me in kindergarten.....

Lovely!
10:20 AM
dive said…
Go wild, Robyn!
These are lovely, especially given your limited palette.
It's time you dived into a large white canvas and let rip with those acrylics.
Go, girl!
10:55 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
I don't think I heard anyone ask for more fruit. But we'll take it and it's pretty darn good if I do say so myself.
2:54 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Oh one more thing, spare us the drawing of skinny nude guys will ya? Unlike some other blogger we know.
2:56 PM
dive said…
Hey, Rich! You didn't complain when I posted the skinny naked girl.
Hee hee.
3:46 PM
Mrs. G. said…
I love that apple. It's cheerful!
6:31 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Don't be nervous, make that first mark to dirty the canvas and the fear fades. You go Girl. Did i just say you go girl? Anyway i love your fruits.

By the way what do you mean $1? For what in an art shop? That's about 50p. In Britain i couldn't even buy a rubber for that. Okay i'm just going to leave that there.
8:43 PM
Scout said…
Lynn, these little canvases were only $1 each because they are cheap imported crap that is sold at a craft store. It's not a real art supply store. On one side is fabric for sewing, and on the other side is cheap crap like these things.

And...um...there were erasers in cheap section, too.
10:37 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
lol...It's not crap Robyn at all, but i am amazed that you can get them so cheaply even at a craft store as you say.
Hey Son No. 3 (to use your Speak) went to a Seventies party last night and i've posted the result - he won Best Dressed Boy and i'm ridiculously proud out of all proportion as usual I know you will understand. he he.
6:50 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
I've just seen on BBC News terrible floods in some areas of Ohio. Hope you're okay Robyn and it's bypassed you?
7:27 AM
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