These flowers, unlike the ones I mentioned in my previous post, are not shy. Moreover they comprise another “junk painting” that I’m doing. And junk paintings are definitely not shy. This picture appears over top a canvas that I painted and rapidly learned to hate. The subject of the underpainting was totally different. But the materials were swell — oil primed linen on sturdy stretchers. So I turned the thing sideways and discovered that it became the perfect format for the development of a junk painting based upon a beloved junk drawing: a marriage made in heaven, surely.
I love my junk drawing. So far the junk painting looks different from its source, stiffer though bolder; and perhaps it will strike out its own path, yet it’s near enough to the junk drawing to have me feeling giddy and light-hearted about wielding the paint brush. You really have to set your sights on delight sometimes. Seriousness is important, but we cannot live in that place all the time.
Meanwhile the source for both the junk painting-in-progress and the junk drawing holds some sway over the process.
They each carry memories of this drawing. And this drawing in turn was based upon another painting of the same subject. I am incorrigibly addicted to redoing the same motifs …