Trying to capture a moment, but the moments ever changing.
I paint in oils -oils outlive my mortality -oils extend my message oils prolong my life after death. It's a gamble because anything could wrong when I'm not there to care for it.
7am: So I start by sitting in front of a huge blank canvas.
7:05am: So I start by sitting with a mirror in my hand.
7:30am The canvas is intimidating.
9am My mind tries to capture the final product - composition, style, toned down? bright colours? thick smears of paint? hyper realistic? or make it an abstraction from reality?
11am I half-fill a jar with turpentine to clean my brushes. I fill a small jar there with linseed oil to thin the paint.
11:05am On my palette -a small squish of cobalt blue -proceed on thinning it.
11.10am Lift brush, dab it into the paint... almost reach the canvas.
11:15am I study my face to see where I'll start.
3:15pm
4 hours pass. The sun has moved. The shadows are softer and the shadows longer.
Accurate painting is not about talent as much as observational skills- thats why you can stop for years but if you have learnt the art of seeing you will be able to paint a more realistic picture than when you quit the previous time.
7pm All my contemplation sees the sunset without a stroke being applied.
I flick a switch and a new light appears- harsher with darker shadows- it doesnt allow the paints show their true colours but at least it is consistent. I don't like what I see in this light.
Days have passed me in front of this mountain- when I started it was sheer will that got me here- not because I want to but because I know I can paint better than most a nd some will think it's worth something- might make a bit of extra cash on the side.
When I was younger I pumped out canvasses faster than toilet paper but now I dont know Wonder Boy anymore- too much distance between now and then.
Out of sheer impatience I decide to put a wash over it. I mix a bright orange mixture. and start brushing the canvas- the brush is too slow so I start pouring it out of it's linseed mixture bowl straight onto the canvass and rub it with a cloth until no more white can be seen.
I hate the result- my compulsion led me to trade a white blank canvas for an orange one- I'm nowhere closer to coming up with an idea than when I started and now I have to wait two days for the paint to dry. By that time I would have aged two days and my resolve might not be what it is right now- the little I have left.
So the final result of my painting- a blank orange canvas hiding behind my bedroom closet.