Saturday, January 31, 2009
The Purple Hour
Walk with me through the purple woods, in the winter when the hidden sun slings low and sleepy through the sky and slinks away unseen behind a lilac sky. The snow lies thick with the full weight of mid-winter, springs promises frozen in sapless buds, shadows of violet pooling in hollows, creeping along roots to claw the sky. For a few moments the world is candy coloured before darkness falls.
Image: 9" x 12" grey-blue Canson pastel paper, oil pastel, conte, coloured pencil, and graphic--Mixed Media for short. Now I'm pretty sure I don't like oil pastel at least for this type of work. And I didn't like the honey-comb texture of the paper either. It looks great in the light areas but was hugely distracting in the dark areas. I had to spend time mashing the colour into the dimples to tone down the effect--this was not my idea of fun. Hard to get the line work I'm so fond of into the piece, managed it in the end but I felt like I was fighting the medium the entire time. That said, I kinda like it. I've been trying for quite awhile to capture the evening woods when the light is too low for snapshots and hints of colour appear that are not quite just imagination. This is Hollidge Tract, south side looking east, no reference photo, just memories.