"My painting has gone" (insert guitar twangs)
"It was really all wrong" (insert sobs)
"I knew it all along..."(take long gulps of favorite alcoholic beverage)
Once again as has been the case on previous occasions, there is an empty space on the easel. A week ago the space was filled with a canvas that showed promise. Key word here is "promise."
It was one of my larger canvases and perhaps in retrospect, this reality was an omen that things could and most likely would, go awry. One of my recent art supply purchases was thickening paste, which is used as the name implies, to thicken paint. Having experienced fulfillment in the creation of black-and-white tree paintings in the past, I attempted to repeat my success. Not a good idea.
Using the thickening paste and palette knife, a bare black tree was applied to the right side of the canvas. The tree, actually, came out really well but things deteriorated when a whole lot more trees were added. Why? Really can't provide any logical answer except that I'm big on trees. Usually, trees turn out well but these were supposed to be spruce trees, most of which looked anything like spruces. The end result was black, short, curved sticks jutting out of a thick-ish stem. There were many canvas white-outs that followed but the use of palette knives, resulted in former images showing through in which white paint couldn't or wouldn't cover.
Having to part with canvases that showed promise is never easy for an artist. The feeling is similar to having to send off plays in the hope of production, but at least there's always hope of a positive outcome. Rather than share the end result with inquisitive eyes who might spot the canvas in the trash heap, the painting was discarded after wrapping it in a thick plastic bag and placed beneath some discarded cardboard. One shares only one's successes - not failures.
Thing is - in my mind, it was a magical winter scene in white/black/silver. The tree was so real, you could feel the texture of the bark and this aspect was realized. Where it went wrong was when I added the grove. In retrospect, it could have and should have stopped at that one tree and a frozen riverlet or at least trees off in the distance. Succeeding in winter scenes has always eluded me.
So now I'm back working on smaller canvases - at least for a while. Need some perspective. Just finished a landscape with my palette knives. The end result if really beautiful. I'm also working on another landscape. which is moving in the right direction (so far) and things look promising. Then again, a promise doesn't guarantee success. There's many a side step in creating the perfect image. Don't I know it.
"It was really all wrong" (insert sobs)
"I knew it all along..."(take long gulps of favorite alcoholic beverage)
Once again as has been the case on previous occasions, there is an empty space on the easel. A week ago the space was filled with a canvas that showed promise. Key word here is "promise."
It was one of my larger canvases and perhaps in retrospect, this reality was an omen that things could and most likely would, go awry. One of my recent art supply purchases was thickening paste, which is used as the name implies, to thicken paint. Having experienced fulfillment in the creation of black-and-white tree paintings in the past, I attempted to repeat my success. Not a good idea.
Using the thickening paste and palette knife, a bare black tree was applied to the right side of the canvas. The tree, actually, came out really well but things deteriorated when a whole lot more trees were added. Why? Really can't provide any logical answer except that I'm big on trees. Usually, trees turn out well but these were supposed to be spruce trees, most of which looked anything like spruces. The end result was black, short, curved sticks jutting out of a thick-ish stem. There were many canvas white-outs that followed but the use of palette knives, resulted in former images showing through in which white paint couldn't or wouldn't cover.
Having to part with canvases that showed promise is never easy for an artist. The feeling is similar to having to send off plays in the hope of production, but at least there's always hope of a positive outcome. Rather than share the end result with inquisitive eyes who might spot the canvas in the trash heap, the painting was discarded after wrapping it in a thick plastic bag and placed beneath some discarded cardboard. One shares only one's successes - not failures.
Thing is - in my mind, it was a magical winter scene in white/black/silver. The tree was so real, you could feel the texture of the bark and this aspect was realized. Where it went wrong was when I added the grove. In retrospect, it could have and should have stopped at that one tree and a frozen riverlet or at least trees off in the distance. Succeeding in winter scenes has always eluded me.
So now I'm back working on smaller canvases - at least for a while. Need some perspective. Just finished a landscape with my palette knives. The end result if really beautiful. I'm also working on another landscape. which is moving in the right direction (so far) and things look promising. Then again, a promise doesn't guarantee success. There's many a side step in creating the perfect image. Don't I know it.
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