Monday, March 7, 2011
Fall is blue, says I. The season does precede winter and winter is the pits.
Fall heralds the beginning of the annual slide from pleasant to abominable. Most everybody around here thinks,"Oh the Fall colors. Gorgeous! All those reds and yellows and golds, the trees on fire." Yuk. It's the fat lady singing a dirge.
The idea of blue wasn't really my own self-expression. It was the actual color of the woods. I took the photograph in the morning--given the shadows, nine thirty, ten by the position of the sun. Anyway,the color is right on and I like it. It's so not Fall.
It was nice getting back to the painting on stretched canvas that can take any beating I care to give it. This was my second session with the Fall Woods. Working out the color scheme, I vacillated between darks and lights and mid-tones searching for the right ones that would make up the palette; my palettes evolve during the painting process. I like that about acrylics. You get to vacillate and evolve. You get to go to the canvas without predrawing and draw as you paint,correct as you go,layer on layer of washes that make the passages exciting. The session was a nice change from last week's watercolor fiasco.
Between Bones, The Color of Money and--what else did we watch? Oh yea, Harry's Law with that wonderful Kathy Bates, I drew these heads. I was wrong about using TV for some action figurative drawing. Only the close-up head shots give you a shot at making a drawing in seconds. It was a crappy idea, but kept me from lying there on the couch like a sack of potatos. Some gals knit; I draw. I started out blind, but finished with my eyes wide open. There's a possible comic strip in this drawing.