The last Saturday's morning class with viscously mobile acrylic paints proved I was by far the messiest student, early on gaining the distinction of a green-spotted nose. We spent the rest of the sketching time in the Tropical Centre. The pitcher plant I sketched twining habit's had a certain narcisstic romance to them.
Autumn, part of a Seasonal Set in the stairs up to the Rose Garden, had caught my eye some weeks back and I had quickly sketched on my dash homewards. The lipstick and the shirazed grapes aremy fictional colourizations - Salute!