2.5"x 3.5" (ACEO) oil on artboard MIA
If you really want to know the truth, the problem with little paintings is that they can be misplaced. Let me rephrase that: My problem with little paintings is that I can lose them. Case in point, either this little gander waddled off on it's own or I simply misplaced the little guy. Perhaps it's just as well. I never did get a decent photo of it (this was from my phone), plus it was waaaay contrasty. At least that's the way I remember it. Maybe I just lit the artboard too brightly while painting it.
It's weird, the relativity of colors. When I'm painting in a shadow side, I'm just looking at that side and it becomes the whole world. I don't realize or keep in mind it's opposite side; the light side (light-side family). I find that is usually when I'm in danger of poking holes. That's when I'm in danger of not "holding to the masses" as Hawthorne would say. Ha! The word "Mass" always seems so scientific to me, as if a color mass could be easily turned into energy by dividing it by the square of the speed of light. More importantly "mass" is just fun to say because it sounds kind of fancy, but I always like think of the "masses" as families (or sides). The only thing that keeps these families together ("the mass holds") is because all of the individual color spots of a side stay within a certain color range of each other. If one spot steps out of that range, it has poked a hole.
The spot where I fall in love is usually on the border between the two families. It's on that border where a very colorful note often shines like lead tenor from the choir. But sometimes I'll fall for a subtle note on the shadow side. In that case, the color spot is often the quiet voice of the reflected light.
But the sad truth is that neither of those things happened here for me (but I kinda like the eye-light). I think that's the reason why this gander wandered off (or got lost).
So where is the place that unloved paintings go?
Maybe this place looks like the island of misfit toys where they all mope around, heads sagging like heavy loads (or do they explode?).
Anyway, peace be with you gander. God speed² to your destination.
I'm hungry now. Who's up for chinese? I am.
8 comments:
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I love walking by your little paintings that live with me. The light and depth always stop me in my tracks. Your amazing! paint some larger guys!!!
Chinese sounds pretty good right about now! 3,000 miles kinda gets in the way though.
Ha! Thanks Kris. :)
I loved the pastel shades the greys and the skin tones with which you painted this one.simply good work!
I laughed out loud at this. I've had the same trouble misplacing and sometimes selling some little painting twice because I can't keep track of them! I hope he turns up again though - its a sweet painting.
I love the blue against the goose. Nice punch of color against the neutral bird. I think the size is great too. I can see how you lost it.
Keep them coming. We miss your posts!
It seems nice and atmospheric to me: you are too hard on yourself, I think... ;-)
Bravo!
I lost a little painting last fall while I was on my way to meet it's new owner. (no goose, but a horse.) How do you explain to the new patron that the neatly packaged painting they finally decided upon has disappeared?
Nine months later it has still not turned up. Perhaps he's grazing on the Island of Misfit Toys, too.
Thanks for making us smile!
I really liked what you said about the beauty of the light/dark limit area and this is exactly what what get me excited with my own paintings. And I can tell you you are being too harsh with yourself as I do believe you've achieved it here....Thanks for sharing
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