Beschrijving

A crisp, autumnal evenings, golden light, the apples glowing on the sun-drenched windowsill, and the gentle comfort of a perfect drink, a little piece of liquid poetry...

That elegant, dark glass bottle looks so simple to paint. Yet, for an entire afternoon, it behaved like a moody teenager, refusing to reflect the light properly. I swear it was judging my brushstrokes. At one point, I may have politely (or not so politely) asked it, "Are you a bottle of cider or a black hole, because I can't paint a black hole right now!"

The apples were collaborative and quite docile though; they posed patiently for me.
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Turnhout
28x bekeken
0x bewaard
Sinds 6 okt '25
Zoekertjesnummer: m2319388968