Tuesday June 29, 2010
So, ten thirty this morning, after a splendid cup of Graham’s special coffee, I stood in the kitchen doorway and started in on thinking about painting. Of a sudden, I cast caution to the wind, utter a heart-felt “Oh, phu*k it!”, stalked into the study, picked up a brush, loaded it with a good fat indigo, and smacked out the outline of the first oil painting I’ve done in years. When I started my right hand got a fit of the trembles, which could have discouraged me, but another “Oh, phu*k it!” and the support of my good left hand held the brush relatively steady to finish the outline. By which time the tremble had gone and I had the strength to go ahead and block in the darks so that I can bring them to life with a nice juicy impasto later in the process. By gosh and golly I’d forgotten what fun oil paint can be!
House on hill -- stage 1
A short break, and I was back at the easel, blocking in the foreground and now, as the evening draws in, I’ve finished the sky and started on easing the features of the foreground. I’m having fun!
House on hill -- stage 2
Tomorrow the fun will continue…
