WEEKEND GRAYS - WINTER LAKE VIEW
Honey and I went out a couple of times during the week, so we laid low this weekend. Cleaning drawers is never my idea of how to spend my time at home. Painting is.
This is the view outside my studio; it's not much in winter, but it's there and I have a clear view of the lake. The grays outside my window got me to get out a little canvas.
I bought a bunch of these six by eight canvas boards to use for studies of ears and whatnot. This weekend, I painted this whatnot to see if I could paint small. It's not that easy. I ran into big problems:
My whole arm wanted to move, not just my hand. My table top easel needed an adjustment. The little picture kept falling through the back--so I found a back to block the hole. The ledge was too deep; I found a metal frame side to fit the ledge. It's nice to have a lot of junk laying around the studio.
While oils wipe off the granite on my bar very nicely, the bar cannot be my oil station. I have a habit of holding the back of the cherry bar stool when I stand up to see how it's going. My hand left a mess. The paint wiped up just fine, but these stools are too fine to sacrifice no matter what the cause. Room for oils will be made in my studio space tomorrow. I'll also go looking for a piece of glass to use as a palette--something permanent that wipes clean--I'll back it with white contact paper.
Painting small in oils, was not a pleasant experience. It was messy and the results weren't that wonderful, though I liked painting the wooded scene with a stick. Effective.