I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT AN OIL PAINTING IS IN PROGRESS IN MY STUDIO?
Success is lined with failures. And this weekend was fraught with bumps in the road as I stumbled along relearning oils at poor Erin's expense. How shall I count my blunders: 1) Painting on an old canvas already occupied by a very poor painting of the kid; 2) Not whiting that painting out entirely with an oil based primer before beginning this one; 3) Using brushes that have been used for acrylics--making them unfit for acrylics and a trip to the supply store immediately necessary; 4) Not buying a large container of odorless paint thinner/brush cleaner when the clerk suggested it when I picked up the first tube of oil paint I've bought in decades; 5) setting up shop in the neat section of our lower level; and 6) Being too cocky and not putting my smock on as soon as I opened a tube of the stuff that won't come out in the wash.
What is really making the road hard is doing drawing corrections as I go. Instead of beginning with an accurate, relatively monochromatic painting done with thin oil washes, I chose to start with what was--and it just wasn't good enough!
But oopes aside, Erin is progressing. She is losing weight. Her eyes are her eyes. And her hair, ear, mouth, chin, neckline will fall into place the more my hand follows what my eyes see and my heart feels. --You do realize that this return to oils is another study I'm doing before beginning that double portrait--those babies are crying for the softness that only oils can do.