Thursday, March 29, 2012
It feels like a lifetime since I have been able to enjoy any amount of time in the studio, soaking in the colors and getting the feel of the brush back in my hand.
I had missed it, and I had become a bit stagnant and brain addled with how I used to do things. (well, I am a bit brain addled, but fine with it too! lol!)
Getting back in the swing was a bit testy; I decided on a background for a bright piece I had planned.
My gosh...this close up is like heaven to me. The glint of light on the glass palette, swirls of paint glowing and beckoning.
I knew I had not forgotten how to paint, just how to START.
So.....throw something new in the mix....
Had this bottle sitting around from before the Hospital Merry-Go-Round, and decided it was time to cut loose with it. Funny how a new medium takes all the pressure off~~whatever happens happens, it's experimenting and fun. (it's all the attitude when you start, nothing more)
The already translucent Fluids were taken even further in see-through quality but given more body than thinning with water.
Then let's have some fun....
Generously splattering the background with the alcohol produces wonderful water marks. This is a leap of faith; there is little control when doing this. You get what you get, but I still am enamored with watching the paint get pushed aside and the hint of tint that is left.
Sometimes I think I like the visual part of the process as much as the physical. I love starting with white and ending up with this:
And at the end of the day, as the layers of paint dry and the brushes have been cleaned, when I am picking up, shutting off lights and readying to leave the studio I find the most delightful of sights....
The artist's hand, covered in paint.
Proof of work.
Remnants from the day.
Carried out into the rest of life.
In living color.