|My Guys, In Progress, oils, 40 something by 20"|
Three years ago I had the nerve to think I could do a triple portrait right out of the gate without having paid any dues. I chose a lousy reference photo of my three sons and proceeded to fail miserably. I didn't trash it though. I hung it on the observation wall and have been observing it ever since. Today, I attacked it wildly when the elephant trumpeted. I flung paint big time at the beast who has been in our room since July first. I flung paint at the painting. I danced the blues with BB King. And I may have broken through to what was wrong with the painting when I started? I can't tell you how lucky I feel to have the artist gene. It's a Godsend to be able to lift yourself out and away from life's travails.
Sorry about the glare. The painting is very wet--and will get wetter yet. This beast is the kind that doesn't slink off quietly and this is the perfect painting to try what I have wanted to try with portraits for quite some time--probably about three years.
Meanwhile, I did a little work on the self portrait I had started for the two hour challenge, but it was too tame for me to spend any more time on it. I was enraged.
|Mug Shot. In progress and no where near this dull.|