So, the day before yesterday, I worked on painting the horses, and was excited about how it was coming along, (no picture for that day). I truly did NOT want to stop, and today I designated a total paint day and didn't even go to church or out of the house at all. Got showered, another cup of java, finished some paperwork for Bald Eagle Art League (I'm the president) and then right to work. Tragic day for myart. Just couldn't get it together! Worked on the brown horse's face, his body and his feet. I worked so hard that it started getting muddy. I work a lot with my fingers (finger painting?) and today I wore more paint than I put on the canvas, I think. Finally, about 5pm, Jack asked if we, meaning ME, should start dinner. Sure, good time to stop this disappointment. It needs to dry, so I may take a break tomorrow and work on my doll. I want to put her in the Best of BEAL this year so it needs to be done and dry by the end of October. OK, Scarlet, maybe tomorrow will be a better day. My horoscope lied this morning in the newspaper.
Today was such a good day. Painted all day (almost) and got quite a bit done on the horses. But, like Jack said, "It has a long way to go." I didn't want to stop, but started getting more paint on me than on the canvas, plus it needed to dry some. Right in the middle of painting, I see both dogs at the long den window, just going nuts. Couldn't hear them because I was listening to Chris Thomas King at full blast, but by their frantic behavior, I knew I had a crisis situation. Looked out the window to find a skinny grey cat fishing in my pond!!!! I about took an earring out pulling the earbuds out of my ear. Ran, yelling "Get him, get him!" to the dogs. Hazel chased that scrawny cat all over the back yard but he flew over the fence to safety and had the nerve to sit and taunt poor Hazel. I counted my fish and all 14 were there AND two of the three babies. Sprayed that liquid fence all around the pond and boy, i hope it gets cold tonight because that un-Godly stink of garlic and everything else gaggy in it, is perforating the house like I scared a skunk. Enough to gag a maggot.
Anyway, all-in-all a good day. If you read this blog and you are an artist, please share your painting experience with me in a comment. I would love to share.
Finished the church painting in watercolor, worked more on the Bizarre Doll, oils, (that's her name right now and you'll soon know why), but put her aside to dry for a while because another painting will not leave my head. Horses! I have never in my life painted an animal, especially horses but I saw these 2 horses at an Amish farm on my way to Valley Gallery the other day and stopped to photograph them. They were lovely, snuggled together behind the wire fence. I had been watching them for a while. Always together, always happy. So, why not paint them. So, today Jack went with the guys to the Bloomsburg Fair and I have the whole day to play. I have them blocked out on the canvas with turp washes. Totally unsure of the outcome, but if they don't work, I will Gesso over it, won't be the first time. It is just fun to paint. I love the smell, the texture, the color, everything about oil painting.
Note the computer, cell phone, and importantly; Gushers! AND my Keb Mo station on Pandora, which you can probably hear in Muncy, I'm playing it that loud. The only way to paint!
I always had a dislike for horses, stemming back to my childhood (naturally) when I had to dust my little sister's dag-nammed glass horse collection. I wanted to step on each and every one of them, turning them back into the grains of sand on the beach where they originated. Ashes to ashes and glass back into sand, as they say. I do love horses today though. They are like big dogs.
In-between paintings and dang-it, can't get motivated to finish either. I have the church for the Williamsport Sun Gazette Christmas Church Contest almost completed. Another couple of hours for last minute details and I'd have it done. My latest doll painting (oils) has sat around for months waiting to complete and I'm totally lost at what to do with the background to improve it because I KNOW that is the problem. I did finally have some prints made of my pastel beaches and my prize winning doll paintings, so I am on my way to feeling productive; even if I don't sell any. For the last First Friday downtown, I sold 2 of my books, no prints. Plan to do the Valley Gallery show on October 25, but have to buy a tent. Sounds like I'd better stop whining and get busy. OK then.