I painted a mini-mural up at ArtsWells festival earlier this month, and somehow (though ineptly and unthoroughly) I managed to capture a little bit of the process.
I began by blocking out the shapes of the ostriches in lines of burnt umber acrylic (on gessoed wood panel).
Secondly, I sat back, fondled the phantom goatee of thought and sighed. It was time for the most essential step, and to commence I indulged myself in the most commonplace and scrumptious of creative musings.
(if only there was just one direction…
one fate, one emo image, one green sky.
If only the world could make sense!). I drank of the kirkland brand wine, danced on the graves of enemies and fell down the stairs in holy revelation.
This process works every time. I recommend it, and go so far as to suggest it is inevitable. Analysis is a troll boogie to be drowned after an unsavoury waltz, and gluing things to other things is a fountain of childlike delight and fancy which spills out afterwards that much more enriched by the essence of the troll boogies withered corpse.
Something neato about this project which sets it aside from a typical painting experience (in addition to being outdoors in a thunderstorm, and not completely isolated, murmuring and rocking back and forth in a dark corner cellar) was that my dream came true and I finally got to have a painting assistant. What a pimp. Thank you miss Alison Vogelaar, you are a champion of detailing and an adorner of mountains. Check out the fair lady at http://allegoryofalice.tumblr.com/
May your life’s ostriches always be peckish. Adieu for now!