That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for October 16, 2019

That bust better be careful. The last statue that gave Alice any attitude found itself cast aside on the floor.

It was the old trick of painting yourself up as a statute, sitting very still, then jumping towards the victim at the most unexpected moment. This one, though, forgot to create breathing holes.

Plaster casting her husband’s mistress was very effective in getting her to cooperate as a still life model.

Try as she might, Liz had never won a staring contest with the model. She looked old and pale, but her eyelid control was uncanny!

You pasty perv stop staring at my cleavage!

O. K. Miss Medusa, you shouldn’t have looked in that mirror! That’s not the best way to get stoned!

it was just then that the acid kicked in…

Travis Bickel’s mom !(Think Taxi Driver film)

“If you move again, I shall certainly hit you with my switch.”

Myra was getting quite cross with her latest model’s behavior, which had deteriorated significantly since the Dr. Brombower’s latest adjustments to her medications.

Elizabeth wasn’t allowed to bring boys up to her room, so she had to make do with that old statue of grandma and make a few adjustments as she painted.

Norman provided artistic enrichment opportunities for Mother, but Mrs. Bates never seemed to progress. However, still life did seem to be her genre.

The more I look at her, the more I hate her!

Who knew Paint-by-Number was so difficult? Is #8 emerald, shamrock, or parakeet green?

“I’ll get you, my pretty!”

Talk about your still lifes.

Justine, who’d been told that she must/ thought “but who paints a plaster bust?/ the subject’s hypnotic/ the instructor’s despotic..”/ and forthwith, she quit in disgust.

Too cheap to hire a live model, and too fastidious to use paints, Ester contented herself with a cheap paper mache´ busts and pencils for portraits.

It all started with Elizabeth tapped her leg lightly with the mahl stick, then the tingling began and soon she realized she had beaten herself into a frenzy.

Poor to the point of having only a single tube of beige paint, Elizabeth made lemonade by painting only plaster busts. “There’s a solution to every problem!” her mama said just before dying from consumption.

My Pupil: 

https://www.the-athenaeum.org/art/detail.php?ID=123376 

has info and links that point to info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting.

http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/haynes-williams_john.html 

http://www.avictorian.com/Williams_John_Haynes.html 

https://www.the-athenaeum.org/people/detail.php?ID=5582 

http://romanticpainters.com/john-haynes-williams-2/ 

http://www.altekunst-vienna.com/frontend/scripts/index.php?groupId=10000&productId=2733&setMainAreaTemplatePath=mainarea_productdetail.html 

all have info, or links that point to more info, about this artist, perhaps in addition to than what’s indirectly pointed to by the title URL: 

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Haynes-Williams 

and what it points to (again, Google Chrome can automatically translate online text as necessary). This is the first work by him used here.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #2308 (October 15, 2019) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment.

P.S. The museum that I thought has yesterday’s painting wrote to tell me it’s someplace else (where Czarka said it is via her reply – Thanks for the correction!!), and I’ve corrected that title URL accordingly.

Pam couldn’t find two oranges for her still life. The closest substitute she could locate was just not working for her.

A painting of a drawing of a bust of Kevin Bacon – that’s four degrees.

And she had every intention of beheading this one too.

The moment when the laudenum hits.

Before mirrors were invented, the lengths some women went to make sure their hair was perfect.