|A couple of ice packs, a couple of glasses of wine and I'll be fine.|
Day one of the Gesture Portraiture Workshop was a humbling experience. Of the five portraits we did, I brought home only the charcoal--and they're in the car in my case and I'm not bringing that in. I don't care to look at them. I should have dumped those in the trash along with the oils too. They all sucked.
VALUES was the key lesson. Values and shapes are the only things to look at when painting portraits. Squinting is highly recommended. Values are something I need to work on with oils. I have no problem with them with acrylics. Oils smear. I made a mess, learned how not to and got insight on how to set up the oil palette; the palette knife and a wipe or five are key. You can't have too many wipes.
I had a lot of trouble painting a little head in three, and then five, different values with smeary oils on 9 x 12 canvas, standing at an easel. I kept holding the brush like it was a pencil. I wasn't alone TG. The woman next to me was having the same difficulty. Both of us were used to larger formats. The best I saw was a woman who had a larger size canvas pad. Her heads were life sized; they were excellent. I should have followed suit. The hours flew by though. I enjoyed myself, as frustrating as my five failures were. I enjoyed learning a new way to see.
What I didn't enjoy was dragging and lifting my carry-on case of supplies first, up five stairs; then, down five stairs, then up five stairs. I'm going to have to ferret out a different path and eliminate some of those stairs tomorrow. I hear they have an elevator. Where? I haven't a clue. But icing and a couple of glasses of wine set my world right. I am so thrilled I made four dinners ahead.
Vyanna Szabo is an excellent teacher. It wasn't her first day.