You know that stage when you stop and say "ooh, I like that bit!" ?
It is a crossroads. Stop, or move further into it and risk losing whatever it was that held you.
This is a detail from a new painting that I just keep looking at, then leaving alone. Problem is, the detail holds me, but the full work is not resolved.
How to proceed? If this were a photograph, crop and save. Not so easy with canvas and paint. Think I'll just keep leaving it alone, put it away for a week or so, then revisit. Or should I try...
What happens when I stretch a skin before it's fully cured...
It looks like folds of silk, so I'm drawn to framing it in it's draped state. Bringing more sculptural dimension to the piece, embracing the materials. Making accident part of the art.
A quiet divide.
Always compelled to incorporate some aspects of the grid. The creative flow struggling with logic and symmetry. A pinch of text, symbols populating borders. The big barren cold north, virtually empty. Looks a bit like Canada.
Working with Tri-Art Dry Media Ground on a Gloss acrylic gel surface. The addition of charcoal, graphite works better on this surface than on just a plain matte gel or polymer. The Dry media ground imparts a velvety toothy and oddly absorbent surface. I love the way it accepts colour, and how subtle the blending becomes. It could be called dry & wet media ground, or just velvet grit. Me likey.
It's getting a wee bit frosty round these parts, and we are beginning to bundle up. Winter is one of my favorite visual inspiration times. The limited palette, the crispness, the soft light. Shades of shadow and snow.
This is a stencil of coarse Nepheline gel on a reflective silver ground. It feels a lot like winter to me. Crunchy and smooth, shiny and gritty.
Under-painting and glazing. Making colours richer and brighter in two simple ways.
I offer you some vibrant tones as we move towards the long dark.
I live in a place we lovingly call the Limestone City, the first capital of Upper Canada, with so many heritage buildings, resplendent in their limestone-iness. It is a pretty place, and there is a lot of the stuff just lying around on our waterfront. I have been lugging smooth limestone rocks around in back packs since I moved here. Collecting rocks is one of the things I inherited from my dad (he's a geochemist), though what I do with them is rather different. I like to look at them, pet them, place them on things and sometimes I like to paint them. They accept paint quite beautifully. In fact, there are whole books out there on that very subject (really, I'm not kidding). As we head towards winter, a meditative mood sets in, and I am drawn to the simplicity and solidity of these rocks. Their smooth edges are taking a bit of the edge off of my own seasonal tension.