Last time I got all crazy on y'all about Orange Ocher by Natural Pigments. I just want to say that I don't think it really matters what colours you use, period. I watched Yuqi Wang do a sublime portrait with some terrible, terrible tubed teals and violets and what have yous. And he did it with the cheapest freaking brushes I have ever seen. But I like Orange Ocher, and if you all want to harass Natural Pigments to re-issue it, that benefits me, so have at it.
After slapping in that moody, dark background and the black cloak, I was left feeling like her face was too light. I have a tendency to bump the skin tones too high in key. So I experimented with darkening the face in the head study. That's another reason why studies are great. They can be the guinea pigs for your inhumane painting experiments.
All just Orange Ocher, Bone Black, Lead White and a teensy bit of French Burnt Sienna.
Here is some more work on the hand. I haven't done anything interesting, but just so you're not all surprised when you see the finished painting and there's a hand in there:
Now with my head study as my sherpa, I reworked the face in the painting proper.
Fun times! Feeling good! Uh-oh, there's an itty-bitty smudge of something on my magnificent head study! No prob, Bob, I'll just wipe it off with a bit of OMS...
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...dge. Yeah, completely destroyed my head study. I dealt with it like a mature adult and curled up on the floor for an hour, where Dave found me and had the good sense to leave me alone. After finishing the face that day I turned the painting to the wall and pinned a sign that said "NO LOOKING" to it. When I felt my resolve slipping, I moved it to the guest room. For a week I didn't look at it.
When I got back to it, I did another pass at the hand:
Which brought me to this point in my painting:
In every painting I have a moment where I have to face my greatest fears. In this painting, my bed-wetting experience was resolving the transition between foreground and backgroung, ie, painting the lake edge grasses. I hedged my bets by oiling in with some Oleogel in case I needed to wipe everything off after my first attempt (I did). Then, I began noodling away.
I was relieved when it worked. I was also pleased with how the colour of the grasses echoed the colour of her hair.
Let's not forget the fur of her cloak. The fur is actually black, but I preferred to make it brown, using the collar of another jacket as a guide. Again, echoing some of the colour in the grasses.
And now let's finish this beast off with some more grass, a bow on the hat, and a lining on the cloak:
SHA-BLAMMO! I'm happy with it. I feel like I've made strides with my figurative work, and that this is a strong start in a new theme. But my happy fuzzy feelings were a little dampened when Dave, in his backhanded compliment way, said that it's my best painting and he wasn't really into my other figurative work. It kind of reminded me of when I got my hair done and instead of saying that it looked nice, he said it looked "SO much better than BEFORE." And what does it mean when you ask to borrow your husband's black mirror and he lends you not his second best, but his third best mirror? And are all injustices equalized when you break said black mirror by stepping on it? And while we're asking the important questions, who put Brian McKnight on my iPod, because that was really embarrassing when it started playing while I had company over today?