Today I started working on recreating the lemon painting (see post below) with a real still-life. I bought and cut up some lemons, then went about the tricky task of setting them up with the lighting and viewing angle and background done as closely to the original painting as possible. I had some help, fortunately. Here’s my first painting copied from an original by Helen van Wyk: Here’s what the […]
When I last posted about the lemon painting, I wasn’t very far into it. It’s now finished, and I’ll try to explain the steps I took to get there. It took longer than I thought it would. I’m learning that painting is a lot like writing. It doesn’t make sense to write in every single detail of a scene — what every single thing looks like, sounds like, smells like, […]
I’ve reached stage four of my beginning oil painting class: the color course. The following pictures were taken over two successive three-hour classes. I’ve had to slow down as we move into the world of color. The first step was to take a look at the primary colors I had in my tubes of paint, and then to mix their secondary colors. This isn’t a completely faithful image of the […]
While I have some free time today, I’ll post the progression of my latest oil painting. I did this one over the course of two 3-hour classes. A fresh canvas. The charcoal under-drawing. First part of tone painting. Close-up of same. Refining… Refining it with opaque paint. More refinement. And … I’m calling it done. I can see where further refinement would help, but I feel like I’m getting the […]
Back in college I took art history, in which I learned the astonishing (to me) fact that the old masters had as many as 99 layers to their oil paintings. I always thought that meant they had 99 layers of, say, blue on Mary’s veil, something that would give the color “depth.” Not so. As it turns out, the layers have different functions. First comes the primer to keep the […]
As I drove up to my art teacher’s studio this morning, I noticed a young black border collie trotting up the driveway. She looked friendly enough, so I wasn’t overly concerned about getting attacked — more like getting licked to death. I parked my car, and she came over to my door as I opened it. “Eh!” I yelled at her, making what Diana Gabaldon would undoubtedly refer to as […]
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