Between traveling to the Saugerties CDI,
and then a week of hosting a family visit, I’ve had to skip a couple of Paintings Of The Week. I’m making up for it now: Here is my Ode to the End of Summer with three 8×10 paintings.
While watching toddlers learn to blow bubbles in the pool one day, I realized that every available deck chair had been draped with a pool towel, and that it looked incredibly artistic in a kind of Wayne-Thiebaud-meets-David-Hockney kind of way. I was just aching to paint it, but someone asked for another batch of guacamole, or maybe a sippy cup. So once all the house guests had left, and there were no small fingers nearby that would have been trying to get into my oil paints, I recreated the scene on my patio with my favorite striped towels, because I just love painting stripes…. And I thoroughly enjoyed the quiet.
Three Pool Chairs
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In the studio, I mix my oil colors on a glass palette. It’s smooth and easy to mush the paint around on, and it’s easy to clean. But there is something about scraping the palette off when I’m done that I avoid. Not the mixed colors – those get mixed together, making a nice neutral for the next day’s work. It’s the dollops of cadmium yellow, alizarin crimson, cobalt blue that have yet to be mixed that I have a hard time disposing of.
At the end of a session, I cover all my color potions on the palette with plastic wrap. I always truly expect to come back the next morning … but many days, something else takes priority. Like the photography half of my business: a magazine’s deadline, or photo orders that need to be delivered, or something. When I’m closing up the painting studio for the evening, my brain won’t let me believe that it might be days on end before I’m standing in front of the easel again!
When I finally do escape the confines of my computer chair and step into the painting studio again, this leaves me to begin my next painting session with the task of cleaning the dried paint off my palette. Out come the glass scraper, mineral spirits, paper towels…. In a way, it’s a mental transition space, a ritual few moments when I can clear my brain of everything outside the studio.
So maybe it’s not a bad thing after all!