Me wearing my awesome new Columbia Sun Goddess Booney Hat
I lost an old friend today.
I'm still in shock, actually.
Weird how you're just sailing along, assuming your world is just as it should be when - POW -
you're left reeling., having to re-think everything.
My day started beautifully, actually. The heat wave we've been under finally broke, and I was thrilled to be able to go out to my favorite painting spot and get back into a plein air groove.
I was just getting started, mixing lovely little puddles of paint to work with when *snap*
. . . and everything I thought I knew changed.
My very favorite palette knife simply snapped in two.
We'd been together for just a short while, actually, but it fit my hand as if it were born there. The size was perfect for mixing and scraping on my smaller plein air palette. The angle of the blade worked perfectly with each stroke, cutting, clearing and mixing as if it were an extension of my own arm.
It's not like I don't already have a bouquet of palette knives already in several sizes and shapes. They're just not the same though. The sizes and shapes are all wrong, sharp where they should be soft, straight where they should be angled. Using one of those other knives is like eating icecream with a salad fork. It can be done, but it takes concentration.
Oh, I'll recover. Eventually. Until then, goodbye old friend. Thanks for the memories.
2 comments:
Oh Pat, this is heartbreaking. Do you think it will alter your art forever? : ) I was thinking you were going to tell us that cool hat blew away on the wind! Good luck finding another old friend to replace the one that suddenly retired on you, you can always try the internet!
You always manage to put a smile on my face, and I love you for it. I know JUST what you mean. There is always that one special palette knife that is like no others. I am sorry yours has gone to the happy hunting grounds.
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