A man had asked my son to draw a picture of his friend's house on this crock and paint it for him.
Now painting this lovely old crock that he found in the woods of his friend's home, just goes against my grain. I mean it is going to take away such unique and lovely character of this piece. He was sure he wanted my son to do this.
My son drew the house from a really badly blurred picture. The picture was taken in the winter with no foliage. My son tried to paint it, but asked me to do so. Talk about nervousness, I am no painter and the result proves my beginner talent. I was so wishing he had not asked us to do this.
Here is a pic before we detailed the rest with ink and pen. This is not the finished product, but close to it.
I think I'll stick to black and white.
It is so hard to do something that you don't enjoy doing.
This is one of the things I do NOT enjoy.
Spring is around the corner and hopefully I can get back to some projects that are swimming around in my head.
