Monday, February 7, 2011
Slim Pickings In These Woods
I was noting strategic points in a photograph with charcoal while waiting for paint to dry and a brush to let go of the gunk I neglected to wash off Sunday. I really love that brush. I don't know how I could have done that. Yes I do. I am an absolute slob when the painting is going well and I'm going at it fast and furiously. I just throw the stuff around like it meant nothing to me and didn't cost me a small fortune collecting. Serves me right.
After soaking it in denatured alcohol then shampooing it in Simple Green, (the most amazing cleaner for acrylic paint and anything else I splash all over the studio), I repeated the process again. Signs of life started to show, not perfect, but much better. With time...then the trees started to move in the woods outside my window.
At twilight, A whole herd of deer caught my eye as they were passing through forging through the deep snow for whatever they could find. They went through faster than I could get to my camera and set the shot, but I did catch this one fella who looked like he got lucky. Does his coat look just a tad warmer and brighter than the usual dirty gray? I think it does. I do hope it does. I'm hungry for signs this winter is letting go.