I like my crazy little color studies for up-coming largish landscapes. This one measures 13.5 x 9 inches. Unfortunately they are nearly impossible to photograph properly. They are hard to “read,” as it is, their whole raison d’etre being color. Que sera sera. What is most interesting about the study — the character of the color relationships — is also the feature that causes the photography challenge, that and Mother Nature’s grey mantle this morning, and my general naivety about the technical aspects of photography.
Later on, when it really matters, I’ll have to rephotograph all the finished works (not the studies). I just post the studies and the work in progress stuff as a record for myself and hopefully as entertainment for my internet friends.
The study is painted using acrylic paints on unstretched canvas primed with clear acrylic.
An earlier crazy little color study was posted here:
After staring meditatively at fish all day, as delightful as the koi pond is, still one wants a little action of the feet. Thus there’s nothing like a stroll in a garden. Over my morning tea I have found myself thinking ahead to life beyond the koi and feeling sure that another “series” of some sort is brewing. So I have revisited some garden drawings I’ve done in the past and have been trying my hand at some new ones. Also, having acquired of late a great enthusiasm for colored pencils, I’ve started making some little sketches of the Jerusalem artichokes blooming in the backyard. Well, I try to focus my attention on the flowers, but something about the little fir tree always steals the show.
You have to watch where your thoughts lead you — perhaps to a fir tree rather than to flowers. Sometimes you don’t know what the subject is. You just have to be willing to let the subject reveal itself.
I’m in that stage. I watch and let the garden talk. Sometimes one also lets the drawing talk. I might have cropped the drawing on the right and got rid of the empty white space. But for some reason I cannot specify, the empty space there is also part of the picture. I drew a few lines into it, and frankly those few sketchy scribbles seem as significant as any of the rest.
It’s a bit of a conundrum. But it’s also why we have sketchbooks.