WOW! You all out-did yourselves last week with all your wonderful Comments about trees re: last Friday’s post– Thank You! I loved reading every note and I promisel to mention you all to Marjorie the Elm the next time I hug her, which, if you’ve read Ken‘s Comment about Marjorie the Elm tree, you know that there is more to the story — stay tuned. I promise to get to the bottom of the elms at Post College.
The subject today is still TREES, by the way: How They Drive Me Crazy.
But let’s start at the beginning:
On Thanksgiving we had rain here on Long Island and it was cold. So before dinner, Top Cat made us a nice fire and we poured copious amounts of red wine into our guests’ glasses and we managed to ward off the chill.
Gloomy days: they can be kind of picturesque — and a real challenge to paint. What say we give it a try?
This (see above) is a gloomy Thanksgiving Day photo. It’s taken from the parking lot of a little country train station near my house (called Plandome) and I’ve always liked this view. So if I’m going to paint any gloomy day, it will be this gloomy day.
(I’ve used White-Out on an overlayhere to show you how I suss out this landscape and it’s re-useable, which you will see in a moment.)
Notice how I’ve eliminated the road that goes horizontally across the picture plane — simplify, simplify, simplify the composition. Because I’m no Norman Rockwell.
The main thing that worries me about painting this gloomy scene are all those trees. I suck at painting trees, especially Winter trees. Bare branches really intimidate me. Leaves I can paint for days and feel good about myself, but bare trees give me the willies. They are hard. They are asymmetrical. They make me want to paint them in patterns, in nice evenly-spaced patterns that lack all the spontaneity and architecture of real trees. Oh, verily I say unto you that I suck when it comes to painting trees. But here goes.
After 70 minutes of painting, this is what I got:
Now, let’s check it against that overlay sketch I did:
OK, so the proportions are on schedule and all, but look closely: this picture sucks. I was way too wimpy with the colors… the sky is too bright (it should have been much darker), and there aren’t enough dark background colors, and I am avoiding having to deal with the trees by hiding them behind foliage, and I’ve flubbed the road (it disappears in a background mush of chromatic wimpiness).
Good thing it’s not too late to rescue this picture from my own timidity. It’s never too late to rescue a painting, even a watercolor painting (and I should know. I’ve had to rescue oh, so many paintings). Rescue: that is the lesson of the day.
All I have to do is get my tiniest brush out, dip it in a nice blend of black and ultramarine paints, and dab on some chutzpah, and crop the heinous bits out:
Sigh. This is what happens when a painter bites off more than she can chew. This is what happens when a painter who isn’t good with trees paints a bunch of trees. Every year I promise myself that this will be the year that I learn how to do trees, and this year I mean it.
But I can redeem myself! Please!
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