Ok. Here it is. The first piece in my O level art portfolio that I found in the loft. The amazing thing is I’ve put it back up there. Why? It might be a discovery for me but it’s hardly going to be a major one for the art world when I’m dead and gone.
Mmm. I’m not sure what was interesting about this particular dressing gown. It looks much the same as all the others I’ve had in my life. The one I have at the moment is pale pink (not really me) but very warm and fleecy (very me; chilly mortal that I am). Oh and unlike this one, it has a hood. So I can look like a grumpy teenager at breakfast.
My current dressing gown is an artist in its own right. Every morning, it casts fantastic shadows on the floor of the bathroom; the overhead spotlights are at just the perfect angle to exaggerate the curves and folds of the material and bring them to life as the silhouette of a face in profile – sometimes an animal, but more usually a witch, alien, goblin or demon.
Deformed fantasy or sci-fi characters seem to be the focus of my artistic ability.
More to follow. Oh, the excitement.