07 June 2018

Painterly

I think I had a little bit of a breakthrough today, though I'm not sure it's something I will pursue beyond this month of painting. The thing I discovered is that when you paint directly, instead of making a drawing first—whether pencil or contour—watercolor can become more like other paints. I don't know that this is "right"—after all, when using watercolor, you still want it to be transparent and have that quality you can't achieve with acrylics or oils. But in today's exercise, at least, I almost felt like I was back with acrylic.

The fun part of it is to SEE and then PAINT what you see, rather than seeing the outline you put down on paper and filling it in. I think it sparked recognition from the old acrylic days because, even though you put a base drawing on a canvas, with acrylic (because it is opaque) you have to let go of your drawing pretty quickly and see the paint instead. With watercolor, you can (if you wish) see your drawing until the very end.

Today, I tried some mixing right on the page, instead of doing it all ahead of time—introducing pure colors into other pure colors and letting them mix spontaneously. In some cases, it was also messily, and in several areas it was overworked, but it's something I haven't done much before. It was most successful in the places (top of vinegar bottle) where I did something quickly and surely and then left it alone. I went back into the olive oil bottle about three times too many.

I'm also enjoying the idea of painting with absence—letting the background define the foreground, so to speak. I started this painting with the bottoms of these two bottles, outlining the top half of the garlic, and worked outward from bottom center. When I do a "regular" picture, I usually start tidily at the top and proceed to the bottom, so that's another change. Of course, because I did that, I misestimated sizes and heights and ran out of room for the top of the olive oil bottle, but...oh well.


 I think maybe the bottom line is this, and maybe this is what Marc is trying to get us to see: When I do a contour drawing and then paint afterward, I'm never sure that I'm actually a painter. Sure, I'm focused on things like shapes and shadows, but it's all within an outline, and a little voice in my head is screaming either "illustrator" or "sketcher," not "painter." And many people out there echo that idea—a "real" painter works in oil, right? But this month. I'm definitely a painter!


06 June 2018

Art Therapy

I had a really bad day at work. When I left at 6:15 and got in the car, I thought to myself, okay, this could go two ways:
  1. You go home, eat a box of cookies, and fall into a coma in front of the television;
  2. You find a way to work this mood off.
For once, I was smart and chose #2. So instead of coming home, I drove to the VNSO pool, changed into my suit, and did 40 minutes of water aerobics, which helped with both my temper and my knees. Then I stopped and picked up dinner, because even though I was working on being positive, coming home and cooking at that point was out of the question; and after dinner, instead of turning on the TV, I decided to paint.

I missed last night's painting, so I wanted to do something a little bit challenging. I liked one of Marc Taro Holmes's examples of direct-to-watercolor, which was painting the negative space around the object to make it pop on the page. So for my reference photo, I chose a subject that was mostly white, and painted the entire negative space around the outside first, before going in and filling in the few details that needed defining.



I'm pretty happy with it; some of the outline is wonky, and that back ear is a little too small. But for half an hour's work, I feel like I captured a likeness that would be recognizable to those who know, and also achieved my other objective, which was to focus so intently on this project that I didn't think about anything else for the length of time it took me to accomplish it.

And now, I'm going to go snuggle with my semi-feral cat Orwen and give her lots of love. I finally (after almost three weeks of evasion) managed to catch her tonight at dinner (she stepped too close to me for one fateful moment) and locked her in her (capacious and comfortable) cage preparatory to going to the vet tomorrow. It will be either a bandage change or a status change; either way, she needs some serious attention.

This picture is of another adoptee, my friend Susan's dog Mouse, alias Mow, alias Mischka. Her dogs, like my cats, are beloved.


05 June 2018

Day four: Least effort, most compliments

What with working full-time and commuting, there are going to be days when minimum effort will be expended on the daily painting. I arrived home at 7:55 p.m. and thought, "Oh yeah, I still need to paint today." I was about to embark on a whole process, but instead, I just reacted to the moment. My paints were already set up out on the patio from the weekend, but the light was rapidly dying out of the sky. Rather than going for the process of moving my kit indoors and indecisively pondering photo references for half an hour, I grabbed a jug of maple syrup off the kitchen counter, set it down on the patio table, and started painting at 8:00 with a very wet moppy brush. I didn't stop regardless of runniness and bleediness, and finished at 8:13, almost in the dark.

I looked at it and thought, Well, the best you can say is, it is discernibly a glass jug. Then I wondered, CAN you say that?

I hope to get home earlier and do better tomorrow. I could have done better tonight, but I wanted to eat my dinner and read my brand-new book, and I also needed to study my ballot for voting tomorrow. So I overcame my embarrassment at this messy, inadequate effort, and posted it on the 30x30 site.

Thereafter followed an amazing number and array of complimentary comments from people remarking on the capture of the transparency of the glass, the wonderful looseness, and other various "amazing" qualities. Who knew that being slapdash could pay off in Facebook love? Perhaps people were just being kind, but it was nice to get such a reaction. Guess I'll have to try this again.


03 June 2018

Day Three: A real challenge

Today I did in paint what I have been hesitant to do in pencil or pen. I have a project I'm doing for the library (an example map for our teen map-making workshops later this summer) that is going to incorporate a small (3-inches high, max) sketch of Notre Dame de Paris. So on my patio table, I have a bunch of pictures of the cathedral lying around. Today, after I woke up and breakfasted, I thought, What shall I paint for today's 30x30? and the picture was sitting there staring up at me....

No. No way. Can't do that without a pen! But it's all about challenge, so I decided to try. I painted an outline and blocked in a pale base color first, and then I went back in, first with a straight brown for the lighter darks, and then with a combination of Umber and Jackson Blue for the darks, mixing that lighter and thinner to use also for the shadows. The real cathedral, now that I look back at the photo, is more gray stone than it is cream, but I'll ask you to picture it as standing in the sunset and picking up some warmer tones from that!

It took me a really long time (a couple of hours), but I'm actually quite pleased with the result. I even threw in some little people, for scale, remembering what Jim Richards says about the eye perceiving what it believes to be there and not getting all crazy about correct shapes and petty issues like feet!

Maybe I will try some other ambitious things this month, instead of opting for the simplest still life I can concoct!



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