Every once in a while I do a painting that just does not want to be painted.
At the outset of this painting I carefully planned my landscape, drawing it out in charcoal and planning where the colours would go. I then executed an underpainting blocking some of the basic forms and the darker areas using raw umber and some lighter shades of the colours I wanted to fiinish the painting with. The palette for this painting lime green, red orange, chcolate brown and ceruleian blue. I let the underpainting dry. Then I started brushing thin coats of colour mixed with linseed oil. Intent upon building the layers as I paint; fat over lean, light to dark to get the full effect of layering oils and to bring out the light through the colours. A half an hour of concentrating intently as I paint and the drool starts to form at the corner of my mouth. Next thing I am leaning back in my chair, brush in hand, head back, mouth open with snores softly issuing.
I awake abruptly feeling refreshed. I chuckle as I realize that once again I am trying to subvert my nature as a painter. I love to paint but usually with heavy impasto. I love the texture of paint mixed to the consistancy of butter and then slathered onto the canvas. The very fact that I fell asleep while doing my own painting, well its kind of sad, but simply demonstrates that I was bored out of my skull.
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