One of the grumbles I overheard as my painting group gazed out over the town of St-Cirq Lapopie, stretched paper on our laps, paintbrushes in hand.
"Listen, you lot. You are in France. You can't spend your whole week painting in my barn." More grumbles, but my exhortations were rewarded with some noble attempts at capturing the t
iled roofs, mottled stone walls, plummeting cliffs, and circling river below one of the loveliest villages in the country by twelve art teachers and librarians from Wisconsin and two from California. Pears, after all, can be found in any supermarket anywhere, but this scene is unique.
Jeanine Brennan, who organized this trip and another one last year, took the photograph of some of us perched among the hollyhocks above the town.
Contact me for information about organizing your own group for an accredited course of painting in France.
Eugene, aka Monsieur Monmouton, signs his name with a flourish, after penning flattering comments about American ladies and their charming anatomies, before the painting group lines up for a last shot in front of the barn/studio. The farmers back in Wisconsin will have to polish up their silver tongues to hold on to these ladies after a week with the likes of Eugene...
iled roofs, mottled stone walls, plummeting cliffs, and circling river below one of the loveliest villages in the country by twelve art teachers and librarians from Wisconsin and two from California. Pears, after all, can be found in any supermarket anywhere, but this scene is unique.
On Monday in the Foundation Watercolour Class, we concentrate on watercolour washes, colour wheels and watermelons, and the next day we move on to tone and form. Check out these fresh and lovely Morandi like studies by beginner watercolourists.
