Another week in the painting trenches. After a summer of feeling less than productive, any creativity is progress. I’m still not quite where I was last winter, but I will get there. I have the time, materials and ideas. It’s simply a matter of self-discipline, something I’ve been sorely lacking.
At any rate, the dream factory in my skull is warming up.
Here’s a little sketch.
I spent a good chunk of Saturday night attempting to work my inner Winslow Homer. As per usual, when I try to be someone else, I find myself surrounded by crap pie, no crust. I was attempting to do full color landscapes on panel, thinking that is was almost like working in oils on canvas. Of course, it is nothing like working with oils on canvas and the whole night would have been a complete train wreck had I started this painting, which is on mat board. Which proves, yet again, that I am on to something when I work monochromatically with acrylics on paper.
And so that’s what I’ll do. I’ve no idea where it will lead. I can’t worry about such things. I’m just going to paint and see what happens. With the colder weather and shorter days, I’m itching to paint my way through the bleak nights.
With that, it is time to work.
Oh, and Bruce the Cat says hi.