bemusing musings of a bewildered brush-wielder

day four, and the mystical rite





As a painting progresses, there is a mystical rite that I perform over the painting.  These things are usually only whispered over a bubbling cauldron, in a dark castle in a black forest in northern Italy, amongst those initiated by blood oath.  I will now permit the reader to partake of this knowledge.

Sometimes, on the fourth or fifth day of a painting, I work on the painting, with the model, until the sun sets.  I continue to paint until the sun dips, the gloaming passes, and the night falls.  Artistic shamanism aside, the reason is very simple- it allows me to see the whole picture, and not be distracted with any superfluous details.  And so, color and line are subordinated, and I am only left with the vague masses of light and dark on the canvas.  It is during this time that I typically make fundamental changes to my work, as I am best able to see the whole picture.  However, on this day, day four, I did not make fundamental changes in the fading light.  I only softened the light flowing over the form of the figure, in a delicate sfumato.  I’m happy with the overall balance of light and dark on the canvas.


2 responses

  1. Day by day in every way this painting gets more beautiful.

    April 12, 2011 at 1:57 pm

  2. kittie

    THe cauldron is her hand. It does not reach a surface, a glimmer of light through the fingers..She is solid and placed. Her hand hovers- hence she carries a spirit. An aura. Wow. K

    April 13, 2011 at 9:53 am

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