Today was a incredible summer day...warm, verging on hot. I love this kind of weather. I moved my EasyL outside the studio and camped out in the shade of a nearby tree looking back at the studio. The roses are blooming like there's no tomorrow right now, and my first thought was to paint the studio in the distance with one of the rose bushes in the foreground. In life, there is about 40-50 feet between them, but I thought I could compress it a bit.
I started with another of my black primed canvas panels (black acrylic gesso). From the beginning it didn't go too well. The studio and the trellis outside it are somewhat complicated, and the shadows from by the overhead sunlight streaming through the trellis made a lovely but challenging pattern. I was soon caught up in detail in spite of myself. I told myself I could work through it...that every painting has an ugly stage (true!) and that I just needed to persist and it would come out. But it didn't. Finally, I wiped the canvas down, something I HATE doing, because it feels like frustration and defeat all rolled into a big awful sandwich...you know the kind.
I retreated to the house in disgust.
After lunch I wandered out again. The wipe down had left a muted dark gray green surface that had set in the heat. I couldn't resist, so I started on the rose bush, this time with the intent of making it the star of the show, with the studio only suggested in the distance.
|The Roses Outside My Studio oil on canvas panel 9" x 12"|