I had every intention of following Jean Spitzer's advice to give JD a rest. I was going to pick up where I left off in my pastry series. The canvas has been prepped for months--maybe six? While Ellis hates my chocolate mice, I adore them. They're weird.
After my morning coffee, I went down stairs with purpose and never got past the watercolor station set up on the bar. It was a mess. I had left brushes scattered about. The paint tubes hadn't been put back in their slots. Yesterday's garden painting was just laying there in harms way. I looked at it and thought,"You know, that corner should be lighter." And the morning was shot. Not only did I lighten the corner, but I tore off a third of the painting. That top part wasn't very good. Sloppy.
As I was putting the altered piece away, there was a remnant piece of 140lb paper. From memory--and because I hadn't emptied the water container from yesterday and the water was relatively clean--I soaked the paper, mounted it and did a wet-on-wet sketch of JD. Who else? It came out resembling a smaller boy with an extremely homely face. I kept trying to make him better looking, but with no luck. I went for lunch while he dried. He didn't get any better looking when I came back. That's when I noticed on the reference photograph that JD's face was really red oxide/with a tad of burnt umbra. I gave the ugly kid's face a swipe. I liked it. I made a mental note. I cleaned up and went on to the studio where I completed--or as I think of it--went as far as I could go with JD's charcoal drawing. I'm satisfied. Now I can rest and enjoy some pastries over the weekend.