The flu shot has hurt my left arm a bit. Lets hope I dont get the flu, although having had it in spring, I may be immune anyway.
The wolf painting seems to be finding its sweet spot. Sometimes one just has to knuckle down and do it properly with a small brush and a lot of intense concentration. No fakery.
After leaving the piece last night, it has several areas of need right now. Some of those look intimidating and I know are going to require some deft brushery.
When in doubt put on a glaze layer. I have. Then get back in there and work on some highlights.
I often doubt my own methods, using photos to refer to and taking numbers of photos to use as I build the images. I saw a book on photos taken my the master Norman Rockwell. He used photos extensively. He had people pose in exact poses for him. People who looked just like the characters he needed for his illustrations.
And there I was thinking that the great ones just drew from quick reference sketches or memory.... This is a small relief. Even Vermeer drew with a camera obscura device. Rembrandt occasionally used a grid system to assist composition.
Even with all these devices...and I have a clever computer to aid me, I still cannot find a method to fake genius. But I am working on it.
Hoarknockle will be so glad he can take off the wolf fur suit now that I am using photos of a wolf. He is doubly pleased with this new development, I was planning on a rotund female nude next and he was quaking at the idea of having to dress up as a naked woman.
Thank goodness for digital photography. My father spent many many hours inside his darkroom getting black and white prints done. Hours developing films.
Im consciously thankful every time I unplug the flash card from my camera and download the images in seconds. Here's to you , Pa, I often wish you could see what I'm getting up to.
Time to put paint to canvas. Here's Hoarknockle with the tea.