This was supposed to be another in the series of grey studies I’m working on this month (aiming at three or four each week which is about as many as I can manage because they take several layers and a couple of days to finish).
The last thing was that tail light. I don’t know what came over me. Even as I deliberately walked to the other side of the studio to get the two reds I would need I couldn’t muster the self control to stick with the plan. Even walking back to the easel the mischief had me.
Isn’t it odd how something that starts out as a study could almost be called a painting with just that little splash of colour. It would need a title and a signature, of course. I’ll think about it.