bemusing musings of a bewildered brush-wielder

moved hands

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So, I moved Alan’s left hand (that is, the hand to our right.) If you look at Alan’s portrait, a few blogs ago, you’ll see that the hand was draped over the racket, like an overcooked string of spaghetti. The hand was really taking away from the face. So this morning, with a little steel wool and turpentine, I scrubbed the old hand away. I had Alan reposition his hand in a way that was more natural to him, and more dynamic in the composition. An hour or so later, the new hand was painted in roughly. A couple hours after that, and I’d changed the color of the pants, heightened some elements of the back ground, and worked on the jacket. Alan and his wife, Mary, were so pleased with the changes. So am I.

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One response

  1. Anonymous

    Me too. K

    June 6, 2012 at 9:38 am

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