Without Preamble

….a holiday project started in January….

…a few finishing touches at home….

…aaaaand we’re done….

…on the box….

…on the “canvas”….

…on the box….

…on the “canvas”….

…on the box….

…on the “canvas”….

…on the box….

…on the “canvas”….

…there…..pretty sure I had a similar set when I was young, but never completed it because – gluggy oil paints….

….much easier to wait till they turn up in a thrift shop and just add octopus to suit….

…was mildly unsettled every time someone expressed disappointment that I just festooned other peoples work with a bloody great cephalopod instead of painstakingly rendering the bloody annoying things myself….

…then these came up on the local auction sight….

…mint in box with 40+ year old super gluggy oil paints….

…thought that it would be a wise/wonderful idea to replace said glug with the acrylic test pots that I favour….until I worked out how much having a near as damn matching set to aid my endeavour would cost…

…so made do with what I already had for the most part….

…might octopi when the nausea subsides…..

…but as I have now achieved my childhood dream of finishing not one, but four pain by numbers paintings, it appears that my life is now complete….

All Three On A Green Background

…somebody did say triptych…

Also On A Green Background Three

…last in a series of three…

…is it time for a break yet?….

Also On A Green Background

…from a small group of amateur oils I found in a charity shop…

…(might be paint by numbers but I’ve never seen them in this size, 485mm x 230mm…er… 19″ x 9 1/16″… not signed but clouds have “shading”)…..

Through The Mist And Rain Of Mid Summer Dunedin

… everything was made indistinct and distinctly damp.

Another Kind Of Window In Another Time And Place

….that delivery off-sider job I mentioned the other day…. it took me places… cruising the highways and (mainly) byways of Dorset, U.K…..

…you notice things when you look up (and aren’t responsible for the direction of the truck)…

… noticed the attic window as we hurtled thru this quaint little village, all stone houses, many with thatched roofs…no time to stop and confirm what I saw….went back a year or so later, whilst showing my good friend Dee my favourite haunts…

… yep, it’s what I thought it was….. and it’s still there