|Long Road Home 2, Pastel in progress, 10 x 13"|
White scenes require a lot of white and yukky colors--grayed down greens and pinks and yellows and violets. The three sets I bought for the class last summer are not doing it for me. They are full of brilliant hues that are nowhere to be seen in a winter scene. Indeed, the pastels I'm using the most is a box of cool toned grays I bought decades ago on a whim. They seem to be pulling the landscape together. While I was working, I was wondering if there was a box of warm grays? I could use it.
Today's pastel session pointed out how truly expensive pastel painting can be. Predetermining the palette and ordering sticks of these yukky colors for one relatively simple, relatively small landscape seems to be the way to use the medium. My white is disappearing before my eyes--as are all those cool grays I've had for years.
Pastel powder really dries out and shrinks my fingers thinner just holding it. As I looked at my puckered phalanges that looked like I'd been in the pool too long, I was thinking what about saving all the powder and rubbing it on my belly? Would that shrink that too? I might be on to the hottest slimming agent since Spanx?
I'm also on to the piano, my other love. I downloaded eighteen pages of sheet music for Beethoven's Sonata No. 8 in C minor, Op. 13, Pathetique. It should keep me on the keys the rest of my life. I like the second movement. It seems easier to play. You will too. --Is it possible I selected this piece for this post, because I really have had it with the events that have occurred since I stepped off the plane from Cancun? You betcha.