strange saga of the current painting

limoges painting on may 21.jpg

Here’s how the painting with the Limoges vase looks today after I spent yesterday working on the green cloth.  It still has a ways to go but it’s getting closer and closer to my mental target.

I painted this picture over two other motifs.  The first surprisingly enough was a painting of horses that I decided I didn’t like.  Over the horses I painted the first flower motif, one that was very different from the picture as it exists this morning.  In between was a version that included the Limoges vase but had different flowers.  Here’s the trip back under the layers of paint.

Here’s how the painting looked in 2016 when I quit working on it.

early version of Limoges in 2016

And here’s the wild and wacky version of the flowers in 2011:

limoges flowers early-stage-oct-2011

I wrote a blog about the wacky version here and here:

https://alethakuschan.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/these-flowers-arent-shy/

https://alethakuschan.wordpress.com/2016/04/27/reckless-abandon/

And here’s the picture of the horses, that dates back to 2008, that lies underneath everything:

ToyHorsesOnParade under flowers

So, is that weird or what.

I just hope the horses stay forever behind the other paint because I’m really loving the painting now.

thinking is the beginning of doing

 

tree sketch in pen

Idle moment waiting in the car in the rain. I drew a little tree sketch in my pocket notebook.  It was something to do.  I like trees, love observing them in all kinds of weather.  Drawing the tree was helping to keep me awake.  It can be difficult staying alert during long periods of rain.  Letting my eyes wander among the beautiful shapes made by the boughs of the tree was a pleasant venture.

It relates to other projects — even to other kinds of trees.  I have a painting currently on hold that the little sketch helps me think about.  I do paintings in waves of activity.  Usually I start something, take it along a certain degree, then I put it aside.  For me the interlude of separation appears to be a necessary part of the process of completing the picture.  I used to chide myself for not finishing things.  I didn’t realize that I needed the passage of respite from the image. I finish the pictures, but it takes longer than I had supposed. Now that I know this, I have a whole different relationship to the task.