Sunday, March 15, 2009
Beginnings--Skating Party WIP
Actually, the very beginning of 'skating party' is the little doodle diary sketch I did on Family Day weekend, or, to be even more precise, it was that moment out on the ice when I realized I was experiencing something utterly astounding. I'm not sure how other artists work, if composition and technique or originality and experimentation come foremost in their minds, but for me, it is the moment itself, the actual experience out there in the real world, or behind my eyes in my mind, that spurs me on and guides the hand. The other elements are incredibly important, and absolutely necessary to facilitate communication with you out there, but they will be always be secondary to what is going on inside of me. That is why Violet Hour contains a dog, incongruous and strange as it may seem, and that is why I've obsessively struggled with skating images during the past few weeks. I just feel compelled to tell my stories however crude or banal they may seem to others.
So today, you get to peak at beginnings.
This is my studio (actually, livingroom window) table with my coloured pencil version geared up and ready to go. It's in the early stages, and I'm surrounded by nice juicy photos of the real thing. I also have a little 2.5 x 3.5 version to look at. It's a real struggle to pull this all together, as no single picture says what I want to say. I wish I had more images of skaters in action, but instead I'm making things up as I go along.
This is my watercolour version after five washes. Two washes in cadmium yellow, as I was too timid to put the colour in strong enough on the first pass. Two washes in cadmium red (twice for the same reason, see how important technique is, eh?). Then let dry, and paint in the figure in red. Then let dry, and wash in the reflection. After that, paint in a resist on the figures hairline to preserve some highlights, have coffee, & work on something else entirely while that dries. Yawn. This is why I hate watercolour. Sometimes I get impatient and attack with blow dryer. What I like about watercolour, is, if you can tear yourself away between washes and find something better to do, it's a relatively fast process, and I'm hoping in time I can be more spontaneous once I have some technique under control.