|Ellis, IN PROGRESS, 9" X 12", oil.|
As disappointing as this is, I have come to the conclusion that portrait paintings take me a TAD longer than two hours. In two hours, I am just scratching the surface of what I see when looking as people. I can get off to a good start and achieve a painting that has potential, but at the end of that second hour, there's always another hour or more to go to satisfy my idea of finished--which is determined according to my own needs from painting that particular subject. My usual road to finish is to paint to the brink of over done and then to haul back a bit for the sake of KISS. I am not satisfied till my painting has a solid sense of strength! Then, I discovered Frank.
|My Guys, back on the observation wall, which |
is not necessarily a good thing to have.
"Impulsive," was the word the writer of the article used. The word grabbed me. It hit home--to the core of how I have felt about painting since the beginning. Trying to tame my raw reactions to subjects has been like painting with my hands tied. At this late date, I've decided to cut those ties, shrug off traditional practices, quit mimicking the giants and be myself with a medium I have loved for six decades. As for all the talk about finding your own voice, do we ever really lose it, or do we just sit on it while we are taught the shoulds and drowned out by what went before?