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Le Petit Chaperon Rouge

5/1/2023

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"Le Petit Chaperon Rouge" - oil on yupo, 23 x 20.  Available here and at Artfinder.


"[singing] Do not put your faith in a cape and a hood, they will not protect you the way that they should. And take extra care with strangers, even flowers have their dangers, and though scary is exciting, nice is different than good.” - Mother, 'Into the woods' (2014).
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The tumult of characters in the studio demanding attention continues. 

Little Red Riding Hood has been here before....she has many forms, many faces, many meanings.  And the AI bot loves her madly.
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Le Petit Chaperon Rouge
What is it, exactly, about a cape and a hood that settles over the wearer like a sort of protective shield?  How does a cloak become enchanted while worn? And what is it about wearing a red cloak that says we can walk through the forest unharmed?

In the clip (left), Red ultimately gives her cape away to the Baker, hoping her grandmother will make her a new one out of the skin of the big bad wolf.  That gesture gets me right there, as she freely lets go of her naïveté and embraces the lesson and her own power.

About the art:  the AI bot has given me a stack of Little Reds to play with.  Something about this fairytale resonates with the bot, while others do not.  In this version, she's calm and pensive, eyes closed, flanked by protective beasts.  A little older, a little wiser, perhaps.

Beginning with a piece of yupo toned with oil paint and Liquin, then lightly sketching the shapes with a colored pencil.  Slowly adding thinned paint layers, and then carving back through the wet paint with a chopstick (the yupo is amazing for this - exposing the paper down to the white.  Yum). Adding successive washes of darks and lights to create value.  Using paint diluted with Gamsol to allow the edge of her dress to run and drip down the paper.  As a final step, carving back through the paint with a palette knife to expose the highlights on her hood.  Lots of drying time with the yupo, but it is totally worth the wait.
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Dotty Seiter gmail link
5/1/2023 04:13:50 pm

Lola! SO much good stuff here! I'm fascinated by your painting LRRH as calm and pensive, eyes closed, flanked by protective beasts. Appreciative of your beautifully articulated recognition that she freely lets go of her naïveté and embraces the lesson and her own power.

And I NEVER TIRE of hearing your About The Art stories!

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lola
5/2/2023 03:13:38 pm

Dotty! Thank you thank you! I so value your feedback on both the art itself and the blog format - "About the art" is something I am never quite sure folks want to read, and then BAM! You made it solid. Thank you!

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Carol Kitchell link
5/1/2023 09:12:28 pm

Ah, but what happens when it's Red who is the wolf? When maybe it's the cape that keeps her human?

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lola
5/2/2023 03:12:32 pm

CAROL!!!! Holy heck YES! You've seen into the next piece, lady - I have goosebumps!!!!

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Carol Edan link
5/2/2023 03:28:40 am

Love the symmetry, notice slight difference in the eyes of the wolves. One on the watch, alert and ready, the other pensive and calm.

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Carol Edan link
5/2/2023 03:31:35 am

Now this is really weird. I commented through my phone, refreshed my browser, and for the fun of it pressed the reply button and voila a place to comment. Computers!

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lola
5/2/2023 03:11:51 pm

Oh Carol! I am so delighted the comments are working for you once again! And for you're noticing the two wolves - the protector and the calm one. Hooray!!

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