Poem: Still Life
by June Nash
Four apples sitting by a pear
Draped in light that they seem to wear
With dabs and strokes they come alive
As into painting tubes I dive
Palette lined with colors ready
Grasping brushes with hands steady
Brushing gently in varied hues
Seeking secrets from hidden clues
Getting hungry, but not quite done
Just bitty bite from back, just one
Nobody will see, none will know
In finished painting it won’t show
A bite I took, then two, then three
Could not stop apple munching spree
Three apples sitting by a pear
Draped in light that they seem to wear…
I’m taking an oil painting class. I never used oil paints before. Instead of doing things my normal way, blundering through the process all trials and error, I decided to let someone guide me. Point out the tricks of the trade.
I’m glad I took the class. I am having so much fun. I’ve decided I love oil painting!
This painting is actually not done yet. I still have some finishing touches to apply. I better hurry, or it will be Two Apples and a Pear.