Sunday Morning. I can never say that I have learned to paint. I am retired, my experience is with welding, joining steel together at the atomic level. Painting is altogether different, far more subtle but no less expressive. I am liking it a lot but haven't a clue as to what I am doing. I do this in my metal shop on the welding table or most often hanging on the steel wall I use for fabrication. I began just about a year ago, painting on sheets of copper because that is what I had.
Painting on metal is not like canvas at all where the paint absorbs fast and you can't move it around. The paint on metal is alive, mixes mysteriously and has a will of what it wants to be. I eventially ran out of the copper sheets and did this painting on kitchen foil. In a digital world I took a photo of it and it exists only in my computer. The original foil painting became gift wrap on a present to a friend.
