After Christmas, aren't there always a few nuts-in-the-shell still sitting around in wooden bowls? There certainly were in my childhood home. And so there were at one of my drawing group member's homes when we gathered there recently. Here are three little still lives using our petite subjects:
Above: tech pen and watercolor
Above: watercolor
This brought back a childhood memory...we lived in a small community on a dead end street. There was a hazelnut bush on our property and when the nuts were ripe, we were allowed to pick them and take them down to the basement and crack them open by hitting them with a hammer on the cement floor. It was always such a looooong time for them to ripen and Mom wouldn't let us pick them before they were ready. They, like the Christmas pears (another story, another time) were much anticipated.
Posted by: Ardi | 04/27/2012 at 07:19 AM