Yesterday two of my paintings were dropped off at a gallery and I finished a large sketchbook which is full with a lot of work I like. I felt good about my practise.
Today I pulled out some soft pastels, graphite and charcoal and started working on an intuitive portrait with no reference. I have done these for quite a while, and I used to make them a lot, so how hard can it be?
Total disaster. Hilariously so. I am still laughing at it.
I sprayed it with workable fixative, and that made the pastel dust run in drips, which made everything much worse. Then I decided that the drips looked quite interesting, so I set it aside to dry, and later I covered the whole thing in clear gesso, and I plan to bring it back to life tomorrow.
The thing that I do now when I have made a total sotter is to immediately start something else, and not get caught up in any sort of woe is me thinking. So I prepped and A4 canvas and then painted it red, and then I painted the crow above and redeemed myself.
I’m guessing that was what I was supposed to paint today.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
688/700
Thrummie Bizzum 
Leave a comment