Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Honey Hates His Nose...
I think I've did okay with this little painting of an old guy. Aged, sagging skin is as difficult to paint as the soft facial features of a very young child. I suppose to be fair, I should paint my nose--it's no where near as aquiline as his--maybe even a bit bulbous? But my nose is none of your business and enough with noses anyway.
I didn't have any difficulties at my new painting station next to the sink in my studio either-- with the exception of the counter top being too low. I could have perched on my stool as I did at the bar, but standing up, coming forward, backing away and coming forward is the dance I do when painting no matter where I am. And it's this dance that threatened those bar stools and forced me to get real. I would sit for a bit. Then I would stand because I hate to sit. I'd pull the stool back out of my way with the oily hand of someone who is painting in oils. It wasn't a good situation. I had to get back to where I could be myself and not be uptight about spots of white.
It was a great painting day. I started rearranging my storage shelves to free up a shelf to use as a drying rack. I found my very old oil painting rag, and stuck it in my belt for frequent wipes. I found another small flat brush ideal for small places. I found that Reeves oils blend much better when thinned with linseed oil. The mineral spirits evaporated too fast making blending a drag--literally. Would I buy this brand again? Yes--though Windsor Newton squeezes out a bit more fluid.
Out of curiosity, I checked out framing one of the little oils I did the last few days: A 6 x 8" little painting takes an 8 x 10 standard size frame when you add a one inch linen liner/with gold bead. I like linen liners on oil paintings. The liner acts like a mat. It gives the painting air to breathe. Eight by ten doesn't occupy much wall space, but it is a cute little picture, a nice gift.