Crap, somehow I managed to do it again. Without noticing, I dragged by shirt sleeve through the cadmium red on the palette. The red oil paint got all over my shirt and arms before I noticed. Luckily, I didn’t get any in my mouth. No matter how hard I try, this happens with distressing regularity. Whenever it happens, my wife scolds me like I’m eight-years old. Sigh, another piece of clothing relegated–like half of the clothes in my closet–to the ‘cannot wear outside the studio’ category.
I will remind her of the time she sat too close to the palette and dragged her long auburn hair through every color, and painted several pieces of furniture with her hair-brush before we realized it.