I took a page out of Giorgio Morandi's book and painted the bones. I may not have the colours right.
In fact, the whole bone thing may not be working. I wonder if the ancient Britons painted stone henge five thousand years ago?
My mangoes are now officially rotting. They aren't going to wait for me to get the bone idea right. The studio smells like a garbage can.
Quick, open the window. Glad it's summer.