Girl with grape-vine, and another child portrait

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Good morning...I think I would pay somebody to let me sleep in on a Sunday morning. I worked on two portraits yesterday, one commission and the other a painting of my husband's little niece. I saw a photo of her wearing a bright multicolored scarf and I just had to make a painting! :) Here are pictures at the beginning and at the end of the day. You can definitely tell which one I worked on more:

And the little girl:

Both of the subjects are back-lit (contre-jour!), and in the case of the girl with grape-vine, there is also flash from the camera, all of which makes working on it a little confusing. I find myself inventing the shadows and lights on her face, and it feels like her whole face should be much darker.

Starting on a new commission!

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And planning to document it from beginning to end. I kept putting if off because there is work to do before starting the act of painting but now I feel ready :) I will be working from photographs:

So, I played with different variations of the composition. I picked the first photo as the main reference and cropped it this way and that while sketching ideas of the composition. I moved the grape-vine to cover more of the face, to give it a little more playfulness.

I was still not quite sure about the composition so I decided to make a full size sketch and see how that looks:

I like the diagonal movement of the grape leaves and the overall V-shape that the direction the girl is leaning in and the grape-vine are forming. I also decided to give a little more space in the upper left area. I can always crop it if I don't like it in the end.

Of course, there are precedents of a "girl with grapes" in art history. The one I've known since art school is by Karl Brullov:

"Italian Midday" 1827. Back in the day when being plump was good.

How to fail gracefully

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There is a little mountain around here that I keep looking at and keep being amazed at how quickly the shadows and the colors of it change throughout the day. In real life, it is a regular brown piece of earth and stone. Once in a while, though, it takes on a fantastic orange color with deep purple shadows. Now, my landscapes are not...very good. I just get lost in all the subtle variations of light and shade and get frustrated when the painting doesn't communicate the awe I feel when I look at nature. But sometimes I fall into the trap of trying landscapes again and again. We are currently staying at our friend's house, which has a nice second-floor balcony with an unobstructed view at the above mentioned mountain. A perfect spot for painting (until about 3 pm when it starts getting cold). So I did it. I tried painting the orange mountain, even though it's not particularly orange today.

Obviously, this is a good example of how much I suck at landscapes. I got excited about the colors, jumped into it without waiting for the paint to dry, and messed up the values. So much for that.

So...I decided to slow down and do a study. Of course, you usually do a study before the big painting but this time I was just so excited about the colors I plunged right into it. Anyway, here is the study, done slowly and methodically:

The color is much more subdued but the layered washes look cleaner, in my opinion. It captures the form and nature of the mountain much more accurately. First one still seems to be a better expression of the idea of this mountain that I had in my head, where the orange color dominates and the shadows are incredibly blue but I like the second, slower study more.

Bonus: another mountain that i sketched sometime last month:

An evening of music illustrated

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My husband has a beautiful voice and a thousand times more music ability than me. He also plays guitar. Last week, he played and sang some songs via video chat for a friend of his and I used this opportunity to sketch him. Here are the results. I think the sketches get progressively better. I added color on the two last ones because they were just asking for it :)

about the watercolored hands

Thought I'd fill you in on where my blog title comes from: it comes from a poem by Gregory Corso: I Miss My Dear Cats

My water-colored hands are catless now

seated here alone in the dark

my window-shaped head is bowed with sad draperies

I am catless near death almost

behind me my last cat hanging on the wall

dead of my hand drink bloated

And on all my other walls from attic to cellar

my sad life of cats hangs

My life is not generally sad and I don't have any cats (anymore), but I just like the phrase "water-colored hands". Fits my purpose, too :)