The one that got away.
This is a tale of the painting that got away from me. It happens a lot to every artist, paintings that go in a different direction than the one we planned on. It helps to know this but a cup of tea does a better job of soothing the hurt art ego.
My day started out on a happy note... actually it started as a thumbnail sketch.
These sketches are ideas scribbled on paper and sometimes are truly the size of my thumb. However this one started just a little bit larger.
Since the painting is being conceived in my mind, I must decide on the feeling I wanted to convey. This decision would help me determine the colors I use and the story of this little painting could begin.
The launching went smoothly. I even pre- mixed some clean colors.
The scene I wanted was early morning, a wave catching the first light of day in the open sea. The painting started to take form.
I was thinking and paying particular attention to values and color temperature. So far the voyage was smooth sailing. But clouds were on the horizon... (in this case in the fore ground.)
I thought I was doing really well at this point. I even found myself repeating the techniques I have read about that other artists use. My head was swimming with things to watch out for.
Don't get too thick too fast!
Watch your edges!
Don't blend with the brush so much!
One tip that came to mind right at this point was to make sure I didn't break up the value masses into a million different pieces. It's a subtle thing but it makes a big difference in holding the painting together.
"Keep it together!" I heard that voice in my head a lot.