|Once again, soooo exciting starting this one, with the lavender baby magically arising
out of the disney-esque fairy landscape….
|I went at it some more after this session…..will post finished one soon.|
And then there is the one I finished last week…probably the most difficult one of all. Look at the expression on that little schoolgirl face. She is trying to care about having her picture taken and maybe aware that past years have not yielded proper results. This year, once again, she is full of ambition to arrange her face in an acceptable way, but it just isn’t working out once again. My rendition of her expression communicates her trepidation, but with less of the resigned gentle anguish. It was really hard to capture that resigned gentle anguish. Maybe I’ll snatch more minutes before Friday when I hope to hang all these portraits to see if I can just soften some edges and get her a little less definite in her expression….Maybe if I could articulate in words what it is that her face is expressing….
Coming down the homestretch with only (counting slowly in my mind….) 6 or 7? “free” portraits to complete in the next 2 weeks, (YIKES!) I am taking a minute to post photos from the portrait I started 2 weeks ago. This portrait was “commissioned” on a wonderful chunk of wood with a history, and I had been given a fabulous digital photo of the gentleman in question to work from. I was looking forward to starting!
As always, the beginning of a painting is the most exciting part to me. I would go so far as to say that the trajectory of my painting career has been the slow teaching of myself how to sustain the excitement and attention to detail and signals throughout the entire painting, all the way to the bitter end. I have of late been thinking of the end of the painting as the endgame, just like in chess. I am not much of a chess player, but I can assure you, as in painting, my opening game is much more accomplished than my endgame, when my brain hurts and there are too many details to follow up on and several pieces are already in jeopardy; it just makes me want to go eat a sandwich and read a book.
As I was saying, there is almost nothing as exciting as starting a new painting. It bursts with possibility and decisions and openings…it is akin to kissing a new boyfriend when you are 18. So I decided to stop every 3 minutes or so during the first 20 minutes of beginning this one. I even forced myself to stop and snap a photo during one of the scary moments when the painting had quickly taken a wrong turn, because those moments where one is walking dangerously close to the precipice are what creates the challenge and excitiement….
The first step was to choose which side of the panel to paint on. The panel had the donor’s name and contact info taped onto the side with more unstripped paint on it. I wondered if this indicated that it should be the “back”. I removed the paper and studied both sides; one side was mostly weathered wood, the other had a compelling sort of strip of white paint running up the right side and some un-removed green globs along the bottom. I opted for the painted side.
|I only realize now that it was at this point that the resemblance started to go. I was still busy laying down base colors and it all seemed to be falling into place…..|
Obviously, I have continued on from this point, but it was the initial battle that I wanted to portray…I am planning a post about the “endgame, not of this painting, but of a commissioned portrait that I have just finished. As it is on canvas and involves the whole interface of a subject on a painted background, it has provided a real arena in which to flex my endgame muscles. I will post about it on mother’s day,. as that is the day that the lady will receive the portrait and she doesn’t want to see it until then.