A few weeks ago while outdoor painting I gave my great grandfather's palette a whirl. A compact little mahogany one, it's perfect for packing light. It's been hanging on the door of my studio ever since I inherited it from my mum over 25 years ago. I don't know if mum actually ever used it. It's been my practice in the past to use disposable tear-off paper palettes for easy clean-up, but a painter friend gave me a tip about using steel wool with a little solvent to remove dried oil paint, and it works like a charm.
|Sunny Break -oil on panel 6 x 8"|
I never knew him, but somehow I felt his spirit around me while I painted that day. He would have been pleasantly enjoying the surroundings, I'm sure he never made it to Canada in his lifetime. I think I felt what he might have felt as I worked. That pure pleasure of manifesting my landscape observation with a few gobs of colored pigment. No technology anywhere, just the same little palette 125 years later.