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Grand entrance of the Belvedere palace in Vienna.

This is a final image of the blue room that occupied me for the whole week, painting it and fantasizing.

Also, please check out  my Italian watercolors from the other week (more to come):

The inspiration from the Albertina palace continues to pour into these little bright interiors this week.

Loved this dignified gentelmen’s grays contrasting with bright yellow of the interior.

The colour combination of the walls and he furniture just blew me away here. Although, not sure what the duke thought of his study, but seeming myself in the mirror as I sat at my desk would be a bit uncomfortable.

This room belongs to the series of the State rooms at the Albertina gallery in Vienna. I lingered in those halls for hours and, as a result, have the material for dozen more paintings if it will keep its spell on me.

Yesterday checked out my small entry on show at the Royal Academy this year. The place was packed for the private view, and the Weston room of small works was impossible to get into an hour into the show.

Another cosy place in Rye, the Apothecary cafe; had a delicious coffee cake, alas with the proper English Breakfast tea.

6×6 in, oil on panel, 2010, contact for availability

Another addition to my imaginary library would be a beautiful bust of some composer, probably – Chaikovsky. They had one, fittingly, of a beautiful girl, at the Mermaid Inn.

I got a clever comment on my previous painting of the Mermaid Inn – about how hard it is to lug the accumulated book library around as you move.  Since I am a nomad in heart, I will temporary take up a comfy chair in the other room of the Inn instead, with a cup of tea, plugged into my next audio book. Large library with actual books and comfy sofas of my own will have to wait till a later date.

Happy to get back to painting oils after a week of basking in the sun. Did some nice watercolors while on vacation as well actually. About this painting: absolutely loved the plush old school leather chairs and ancient wooden beams at this inn in Rye. As soon as I sat down there, immediately started fantasising about having a beautiful library of my own, full of dusty books, dotted with green lamps and old leather chairs.