Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
ancient footprints are everywhere.
You could almost think that you’re seeing double,
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
Where I got me a date with Botticelli’s niece.
She promised she’d be there with me,
When I paint my masterpiece
Every Sunday morning he would position himself on the green opposite Wargrave Church and adopt the pose of a classic painter working on his masterpiece. As the congregation emerged feeling suitably benevolent, ladies of a certain age would make a beeline for this creative old rogue; he seemed to be doing a roaring trade:
Luv, luv, luv these shots!
Many thanks Cate, glad you liked them
This made me smile!
Excellent, mission accomplished 🙂 I am not sure the old rogue actually painted anything 🙂
Great painting. Great beard!
Agreed, a bit of a collectors’ item 🙂
Easel + paintbrush + serious expression = lady magnet. 😉
It would certainly seem that way……now, where did I put my easel 🙂
Many thanks, much appreciated
These are such beautiful shots! Love them!
Many thanks, he certainly looks the part
Wonderful shots of the creative process unfolding. I love the twinkle of pleasure in his eye 🙂
Many thanks – he had the perfect “sales pitch” 🙂
So nice!!! I love the light and contrast you got in the first pic…And I like very much the expression you catched on the second one….He is happy and concéntrate!!!
Many thanks – I was tempted to up the contrast and turn that first one into a pure silhouette, he certainly has the profile for it. Thanks for stopping by and glad you liked them.
Great memorable photographs and I like the expression on the painter’s face. I wonder who got his masterpiece of the church…
An interesting thought, where is it now……
Very good pictures of this painter.
Many thanks – he was a good sitter 🙂
got a great feeling 🙂
Many thanks Joshi
The top shot is a masterpiece 🙂 Cool exposure.
Many thanks Graham – “she promised she’d be there with me, when I snapped my masterpiece” 🙂