Summer Collapsed Into Fall
And, of course, we will be witnessing and photographing all the beauty we can grab - fodder for future paintings and creative endeavors that haven't yet been imagined.
On the easel, just completed, this selfie-inspired portrait (what to do when you've run out of inspirational models!) in oils. Underneath the portrait is a full failure of a painting, which became a lovely base of texture to keep things from becoming too precious. Beginning with a notanized photograph, I roughed in a sketch in blue oil pastel. Then a liquin-thinned wash of white mixed with ivory, grabbing the blue pastel edges and thinning it all into the beginnings of flesh-tones. The requisite 80 million layers of paint, this time with a very small brush (usually I opt for something large to keep things loose). The small brush allows some natural mottling and texture. The hair was roughed in with a rubber brayer, some chopsticks and the occasional shirt-sleeve (unintended)
The last painting of summer. And now....fall!