It was a lovely South African winter’s day. The sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue, and I was at art class painting very happily.
My teacher recommended that I complete my painting with a few strokes of palette knife work.
Hmmm. What to say now?
“I don’t have a palette knife,” I said firmly, as if that settled it.
“Well, I’m sure one of the other students could lend you one?”
Luckily no one had one. Phew! Bullet dodged.
“Well, just use the paint thickly on your brush,” said my teacher!
I turned back to my palette and said triumphantly: “The brand of paint that I like to use is very runny.”
And that was that.
My teacher recommended that I complete my painting with a few strokes of palette knife work.
Hmmm. What to say now?
“I don’t have a palette knife,” I said firmly, as if that settled it.
“Well, I’m sure one of the other students could lend you one?”
Luckily no one had one. Phew! Bullet dodged.
“Well, just use the paint thickly on your brush,” said my teacher!
I turned back to my palette and said triumphantly: “The brand of paint that I like to use is very runny.”
And that was that.