Day 15: Joanie at the Beach
Today is the half-way mark!
I got so busy working on this painting last night, I forgot to update the blog. I'm trying to get a couple "in the bank" for the days I'll be away. I went upstairs to work around 9:30, looked at the clock at just before 11:00, and the next thing I knew, it was midnight. That's what I call flow. I haven't experienced that with my art in a long time. Welcome back!
I've been wanting to try people. They're hard. They're hard to do "right." I can see many things wrong with this picture. For example, I have trouble with noses. I make them too long. I've never studied anatomy, and I don't plan to start. I've taken The Portrait (as he calls it) with Andrew Lattimore. I'll never be able to do that kind of work, so pffft! There it is.
I also like illustration. Above, I reinvented an old photo of my mom, which was in black and white. I had fun with the colors, and the invented swirls in her hair. She was probably in her twenties, and she was beautiful. She taught me how to see. She had a tremendous amount of "raw materials" (natural ability), as Fred calls it. I remember this lesson so clearly. I was around eight years old, and I drew a big picture of a girl's face from my head. Since I am cock-eyed (another Fred-ism) the face I drew was cock-eyed. She had me hold it up to a mirror to show me this, and then I understood, and could see what was off. I've never forgotten that lesson. I held Joanie up to the mirror. Still didn't get the glasses or anything quite symmetrical, oh well.
I decided to paint from a photo for several reasons.
1. I had a warning twinge in my left shoulder on Day 14. I've been painting standing up, eye-level, arms raised, every day for two weeks. I've had frozen shoulders, owwww, I have no desire to repeat that experience.
2. I'm tired of still life(s?)(lives?)
3. I felt like it. Time to change it up. Ask my husband about my attention span.
Day 14: Big Bulb
"I'll paint a bulb of garlic," I said. "It'll be easy," I said. Hah! Not at all. Some deceptively simple-looking subjects have turned out to be the hardest. That's all. Thanks for listening.
*fyi: I DO know how to spell "board". This is how Ampersand Gessobord brand spells it.
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| 4" x 4", oil on gessobord |
I got so busy working on this painting last night, I forgot to update the blog. I'm trying to get a couple "in the bank" for the days I'll be away. I went upstairs to work around 9:30, looked at the clock at just before 11:00, and the next thing I knew, it was midnight. That's what I call flow. I haven't experienced that with my art in a long time. Welcome back!
I've been wanting to try people. They're hard. They're hard to do "right." I can see many things wrong with this picture. For example, I have trouble with noses. I make them too long. I've never studied anatomy, and I don't plan to start. I've taken The Portrait (as he calls it) with Andrew Lattimore. I'll never be able to do that kind of work, so pffft! There it is.
I also like illustration. Above, I reinvented an old photo of my mom, which was in black and white. I had fun with the colors, and the invented swirls in her hair. She was probably in her twenties, and she was beautiful. She taught me how to see. She had a tremendous amount of "raw materials" (natural ability), as Fred calls it. I remember this lesson so clearly. I was around eight years old, and I drew a big picture of a girl's face from my head. Since I am cock-eyed (another Fred-ism) the face I drew was cock-eyed. She had me hold it up to a mirror to show me this, and then I understood, and could see what was off. I've never forgotten that lesson. I held Joanie up to the mirror. Still didn't get the glasses or anything quite symmetrical, oh well.
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| Not comparing myself here, but hey, I'm in good company in the long nose department. Modigliani - Busto de mulher |
I decided to paint from a photo for several reasons.
1. I had a warning twinge in my left shoulder on Day 14. I've been painting standing up, eye-level, arms raised, every day for two weeks. I've had frozen shoulders, owwww, I have no desire to repeat that experience.
2. I'm tired of still life(s?)(lives?)
3. I felt like it. Time to change it up. Ask my husband about my attention span.
Day 14: Big Bulb
"I'll paint a bulb of garlic," I said. "It'll be easy," I said. Hah! Not at all. Some deceptively simple-looking subjects have turned out to be the hardest. That's all. Thanks for listening.
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| 4" x 4", oil on gessobord |
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