Starting to mix up the paint for the first coat of the colour layer on the painting, I realised to my dismay that I had bought the wrong colour. There had been a German word underneath Kobaltblau that I ignored. It turns out that the word meant Cerulean. So another sixty euros misplaced. Having to go to Boesner the art shop that is like an Aladdin's cave for artists, I bought a whole load of materials, this time getting the right things and colours. All the same it is interesting to note that I have spent four weeks returning to the flea market to look at a white bowl that I am reluctant to purchase for thirty euros, however much I admire the bowl, and yet just now I've spent five hundred and eighty euros without hesitation on paint. Because it's art innit?
