Anyway, I digress. Here's what I did a week ago. It started with a re-do:
That's an 18" square and since it was never finished in the first place I guess it's technically not a re-do. I think it was going to be a big word painting that said JUST KEEP SWIMMING but I never made it past the background stage. So on goes a crap ton of white with a big fat palette knife.
Here's the WIP stage:
I paint flat - not on an easel - balanced on jars of paint (which you can see in the first picture) and this canvas was a pain in the rear because it does not have a center brace on the back. I like to pick up the canvas and hold it or turn it, and it's a miracle this one did not end up on the floor by accident. (I did get a giant blob of white paint on my leg, tho, which I didn't notice until later - that's par for the course.) I liked the way this was looking lying down but when I saw it upright -- no bueno. After letting it percolate for a few days, out came the whitewash. Sort of. For someone who loves ALL THE COLORS, I certainly use a lot of white paint.
Now I like it. And if you know me at all, this next sentence will come as a complete shock. I USED A MATTE VARNISH! That's right, no shiny shine. This is the first ever time I've finished one of my acrylic paintings with a matte varnish. Craziness.
On another note, I told myself I was going to write a poem every day in July. The day's not over yet so today is still in the running, but here is the first one:
Watering the Hydrangeas
An unexpected loss
of nature's maple canopy
reunites the earth
with sun-filled sky,
and shade lovers drink with gratitude.
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