I finished another commission this week, and I'm really proud of the result. For one, I love painting water. All those loose lines and squiggly bits of reflected color. Yes! Secondly, I really like painting places I haven't been to. While I'm working, I wonder what it sounded like there. What did it smell like? Was it warm? Humid? Dry? Quiet or noisy? It's hard to tell these things from photos, especially since you are seeing a very small portion of a much larger sensory experience. I'm just looking through a window, here, on my laptop, sitting at my easel by my work table drawing lines that are intersecting with other lines, and blocking in shadows so my brain doesn't get too confused as to what should go where when I add the first paper layer.
It's difficult to see in this photo, but on the white walls above the striped awning are pale cream flowers. This piece begs for the viewer to get their face right in there, close enough that you could lick it, but you shouldn't lick a painting. Remember that. It's rude. And the probably don't taste good.
On that note, I should see about making some dinner. Clearly I'm hungry. Minor detail.