I spent 3 days on the Santiam River at a new friend’s home (thank you Ann!) and exhausted myself painting 5 works in oils…something I’ve just played in.
I’m serious now, only haven’t solved the problem of globs of wet paint in the motorhome and fumes in the house when we arrive back.
I gave to Ann a small piece to remind her of the inspiring conversations she provided. And two others are not completed yet.
One is abstracted, which is growing on me. The other needs more value contrast.
Painting in oils feels like painting with frosting. I do not have the hang of it but felt like Van Gogh may have felt… sweating, emoting, and pushing paint around wildly.
I want to improve my blending abilities to reduce the grayness I end up with. Perhaps I must work in thin layers of paint which dry quickly so I can build on the values.