Piktor, I enjoy pictures of a work in progress. I've filmed a work in progress. Afterwards, one can film the final project using wide angle or close ups, thereby viewing infinite aspects of any work of art.
I enjoy placing the canvas by a window in the morning and allowing the branches of the trees outside to cast a dappled shadow which moves across the canvas and changes subtly as the light changes.
It's interesting how every composition has compositions within the composition, that is, how any particular square of the canvas is a composition in itself.
For any and all priggish grammar buffs, do not let my use of prepositions and dangling participles shock you. I have this Churchillian nugget for thee: "This is the sort of pedantry up with I will not put." Amen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
fug //[fuhg] –noun: stale air, esp. the humid, warm, ill-smelling air of a crowded room, kitchen, etc.
[Origin: 1885–90; of obscure orig.; cf. earlier Brit. slang fogo stench]
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Piktor,
I enjoy pictures of a work in progress. I've filmed a work in progress. Afterwards, one can film the final project using wide angle or close ups, thereby viewing infinite aspects of any work of art.
I enjoy placing the canvas by a window in the morning and allowing the branches of the trees outside to cast a dappled shadow which moves across the canvas and changes subtly as the light changes.
It's interesting how every composition has compositions within the composition, that is, how any particular square of the canvas is a composition in itself.
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