Have I got a clean up to do after today's spontaneous, impressionistic, Soutinistic, what-was-I-thinking fiasco with oils! This canvas is just loaded with paint. When I got a call this morning from my doctor who asked me aren't you coming, the day went to hell. I was about to start a perfectly orderly little warm-up oil of this photograph, but I had to drop everything and run. He called at the exact time of my appointment. You'd think he could have noticed I wasn't there sooner. How dare life get in the way of a perfectly good studio day! When I got back, I just jumped right in like I was using a water based paint. Lesson learned you can't jump in with oils.
I think the painting can be salvaged after a drying time, (about a week and half at least), but will I? Probably not. I know I can wipe it clean and begin again, but there is something interesting going on here...I did learn a few things about skin tones and mixing cool with warm shadows--very noticeable in this currently gray muck and mire mess. I'm going for a glass of wine.