This Dekooningesque acrylic sketch on canvas paper said enough is enough. Time to put the final support up on the easel and let the paint fly for real:
I've studied the points that make the scene, the scene:
I've done a spontaneous sketch in watercolour:
And with markers:
My first response was to lightened up the scene to cliche pretty, but that was a lie. I'm not fond of Fall at all. I don't care how glorious the trees glow. Come September 21st all falls down hill pretty fast:
The photograph isn't the best. The color's came out distorted: blue. But there's something about it that says what I really think about the season where everything falls apart: it makes me sad to see summer's plush fade to winter nakedness.
The photograph is right for my Four Seasons series. It suits the style I've been using--line, dots and dashes, broken colors. It's intense. The woods are intense:
OTHER LIFE NOTES:
Started a new routine this week: driving to work on my bike. Fifteen minutes there. Fifteen minutes home. Work is in my house--so's the bike. Ten degrees and a wind chill south of zero is hardly the time to cruise the neighborhood for landscaping ideas.
Had talks with a client who wants his kitchen/back pantry done by the end of March. I designed it for him three years ago--around the same time I designed the project we just finished. Could it be the residential design/build business is coming back to life?