Just to be clear: I am not complaining about the sunshine, blue sky, and cozy 80 degree days my fellow Austinites and I have been enjoying lately. However, when these days grace us deep in the heart of winter, to this Kansas transplant, they bring with them an ominous feel. After already enduring 6 murderously hot Texas summers, I never look forward to a temperature rise, and these gloriously beautiful days are an all too frequent reminder of what is in store as we make our way around the year. So, what’s a girl to do to calm her nerves and lessen her dread about the impending swelter? Think cold thoughts! My latest project outside of my non-traditional student musings brings me back to a frigid Maine night over the holidays. It was so cold that we didn’t want to make the quarter mile trek through the snow to Ruski’s (a delightfully dive-y neighborhood tavern in Portland). So on that frozen night we hunkered down with two fingers of scotch and a game of cribbage. I am very much a brand new cribbage-phile. The scotch? I’m still trying to make myself not gag. Whether I ever learn to love it or not, I love the dazzling color it makes against crystal, and I knew I had to paint it. I started this painting using the very traditional method of painting only values over an underpainting. Since I may be the world’s worst multi-tasker, I find taking this approach has really helped me get started: Now, instead of attempting to mix the perfect color and place it in the perfect spot, I’m just filling in the painting with one color and white until each part of the composition fits relative to the rest. The static in my head is completely tuned out. It doesn’t look all that great, but it alleviates the trepidation that a stark white canvas lends itself to.
When I started on the glass, it was so apparent that I was letting myself be much looser and freer with the brush than I have been in the past. My painting-to-staring-at-the-canvas ratio has certainly increased. I don’t know whether this liberating lack of obsession with perfection stems from the imposed time limit experienced in class, or just the volume of things I’ve worked on lately (which makes each new canvas less daunting than the last), but I’m pleasantly surprised and I know there is only one way to ensure it continues–keeping paint on that brush!