During the Covid lockdown my hair got really long:
Last weekend I had about 8 inches of it cut off and I hate it. I don’t mind short hair, because I’ve had short hair for years and I’ve been very happy with it, but I really hate this hair. I really, really hate it. It makes me depressed and makes me feel old and I HATE IT. I’m going to get it fixed on the afternoon of the day this blog publishes so, depending on the outcome of the rescue, I might or MIGHT NOT be here next week, being as if things go awry I will be way too busy feeling extremely sorry for myself and, most likely, on an epic bender because I have very limited coping skills.
Speaking of rescues. . .
If you recall, last week I was so smitten with this photograph . . .
. . . that I painted it.
The problem is that it wasn’t until I saw this watercolor up here on the computer machine that I realized that I hated it. It’s a horrible painting. Thank you to all you Dear Readers who said nice things about this painting, but LOOK AT IT! It doesn’t capture the drama or the awesome compositional oomph of the photograph, which has a lot of dark and light shadow play and has four very strong diagonals that criss-cross the whole picture plane from side to side.
For my own peace of mind I had to draw the angles of the tower that I couldn’t see in the photo.
So we’re going to rescue it today.
But this time, I have a new strategy. As you see, the background of this photo has a lot of detail and, as it depicts an actual place (in Halifax, Yorkshire, England) all those details have to be in precise place. So I put the photo on a grid:
And when I drew my pencil guide-lines for my watercolor, I also put in a grid:
I started with the sky, same as I did last week:
But as you can see, it was shitty. So I started over again, but this time I had a new strategy (this painting is all about new strategies and how they can
make your life easier make your paintings better).
For Sky #2, I been by painting the whole sky area with white paint:
I’m making my life easier by tapping off the edges of this picture so I don’t have to bother with “staying in the lines”.
I like using white paint because it does strange things when you put wet colored paint on top of it. Also, I had an idea that I wanted to let the paper and the water and the paint do its thing, rather than having me “paint”, because I like watercolors that look like water and color.
I did very little “painting” here (below) and instead let the paint groove with the layer of what paint under it, and I think I finally captured some luminance :
P.S. I had to put masking fluid on the tower, too, while I painted the sky.
Using the grid, I can check my position in the painting with the corresponding grid cell in the photograph, and will be able to paint the background details more accurately than in my first attempt where, to tell the truth, I often got lost:
I’m using masking fluid to add texture to the middle ground bushes:
While I’m working with so much green paint, I’m going to protect my beautiful sky with a sheet of tracing paper because I tend to drop a lot of blobs of paint or water while I paint:
P.S. At some point while working on this, I did drop a little blob of green paint onto my unprotected sky and my heart stopped, but I was able to lift up and cover it up with white paint so that you can’t see it…WHEW.
OK, for the foreground of yellow “weeds”, I’ve used a new strategy. I dipped a brand new toothbrush into masking fluid and I flicked it onto the lower third of this painting (sorry, I didn’t take photos of this because I needed both hands for flicking). I wanted a more random pattern to the weeds here, and by flicking the masking fluid I was able to get that randomness and also little teeny tiny drops onto the paper:
There in the foreground, this is what it looked like BEFORE I lifted off some of the masking fluid off it.
I’ve lifted the masking fluid off to this small bit of foreground because I was dying to see how this turned out:
I like how the masking fluid worked here!
I painted in some green and darker yellow to add depth and variety to the weeds:
Now I lift off the masking fluid from the foreground:
I removed the tape so the top edges curled up.
Compare to last week’s painting:
So now that I’ve done my good deed for the week, let’s see what mischief the rest of America has been up to.
Kyle Rittenhouse, the teenager who on August 25, 2020, packed a gun and travelled fromAntioch, Illinois to Kenosha, Wisconsin to look for trouble at a Black Lives matter protest , is on trial for shooting three protestors, killing two and injuring one.
The judge, Bruce Schroeder, is an asshole:
The Charleston church shooting was a mass shooting on June 17, 2015, in Charleston, South Carolina, in which nine African Americans were killed by a scrawny piece of shit white supremacist during Bible study at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church.
President Biden is trying to pass a major piece of domestic legislation:
President Biden went to Rome to meet the leaders of the G20 and to talk with the pope, via the Vatican’s translator:
I don’t have anything good to say about the pope, or about religion in general because:
But as long as we’ve brought Trump into the discussion . . .
Remember Jenna Ryan, the dip shit Trumper from Texas?
This gives me hope for the future:
As of Nov. 1, 691 people have been charged with crimes relating to the January 6 insurrection, but they’ve all been low-level rioters. So far, none of the ring leaders have been charged.
But maybe we have other problems besides a political minority that is itching for another civil war…namely, we might soon have a revolution on our hands:
Now for some GOOD NEWS:
By the way, this is the fire that the cat survived:
Here is a sample of the “poetry” that nurse Steve Shurden wrote:
Their jabbing all arms, now we may need a booster
They came too late, to fool this savy rooster.
“Their”…”savy”…do they let just anyone be a nurse these days? His wife is still very proud of her Christian husband, who died to own the libs.
Whenever a Trumper dies of Covid, a golden retriever gets a moment of zen:
Have a great weekend, Dear Ones. I hope you take the moral of today’s post — it’s never to late to start over and make things better — and give yourself a do-over if you need it. And you have some BFFs in the same boat, friends who could use a rescue, you might want to turn this journey to redemption into a road trip: