Paintings in Albumin Tempera

I wasn't too excited by these while I was painting them. They were frustratingly, not delightful, but with the distance of time and photograph I can feel some delight.

 

Life Continues to Happen

 Blossom the hope of new life.

 A prosaic image seen askew draws me reappraise what is interesting.

 Figures and lines.

 The shore line was littered with shells.

A slumbering weight balanced in the sky.

Wattles in Spring

There hints that warmth is coming back as wattles mark it out