Cruellest Month

Cruellest Month

Painting on copper plate was tricky, thought Peter, though, as promised, produced a smouldering, luminous under glow, imbuing subtle, shimmering warmth to the face in his portrait. In this case, the fragile, contented face of Donna, his wife.  Jake, an artist friend, a former fellow student who had stayed on to teach a course or two at the Portland School of Art after graduation, had … Continue reading Cruellest Month