Bamboo is one of those amazing things – like green tea, garlic, heroin or hemp – every part supplies profound effect and scientists can't discover why? The alchemist's lament.
  A string of pearls. Delicate dragonflies. Three geese landing. The smell of asaragus and boiling tar.
  Is so far the only painting to ever get me stuck. As in being unable to get the pearls right. I believe it was about the students’ oils I was then using – they don’t mix with spirits and turn into gunk which doesn’t blend well. Not to mention the cheap nylon brushes – I go through two every session due to my scrubbing, smoothing process. I gotta get more of the posh bristled type. Some day soon.