I did find a few minutes to paint something the other night --other than a wall or some trim, and believe me, there is plenty of that left to do.
It is the ubiquitous pear, a frequent subject, but one I never tire of. I think pears are like people. Each is unique. Some need to be propped up and others stand on their own. Many are bruised from being knocked about, while others have a hard shell which is relatively unblemished. And of course they age like us too; acquiring dark spots, soft places and wrinkles, which lower their chances of finding a suitable mate -- I mean diner-- you know- someone who wants them-- to eat.
Anyway, I've picked on pears enough so I'll just post it.
6" x 6" oil gessoed panel