I stepped back out into the searing afternoon heat. The woman looked up said “No Vacancies, probably won’t be till one of us passes on”. She sat easily in her plastic chair, shaded by the canopy of theArt Decoawning; a delicate faded cotton dress rested lightly on her fragile skin...
This gives me a nice spread of natural light if I’m working with the window light directly behind me or to the left side of me as I’m right handed so the canvas is always illuminated, similar to the position of the easel in the Rembrandt studio below. If you have a large North f...