Hello, I hope everyone had a restful long-weekend (for some Canadians).
Back to oil painting:
After preparing most of the necessary materials for my adventures in oil, I found myself kind of frozen on the edge of a precipice. I don’t know why but I’m finding that there’s a block when it comes to oil painting for me. It may be because of the fat over lean rule compounded by painting mediums and driers that interact with this rule. I have never had a problem just making art with other art mediums.
I guess that oil paint is the medium which I have/had the hardest time wrapping my head around. So, to help with this, I just decided to so some alla prima exercises, so I don’t have to worry too much about layers and fat over lean.
The exercises I set about doing was really low-key, just playing with painting effects. Using gessoed watercolour paper I made a while back, I taped up some sections:
I just started to paint with different colour mixes, using the palette knife, blending, using heavier impasto application etc..
Then I pulled of the tape:
Some of them look kind of interesting. The whole point of this exercise was to just start painting and enjoy the process. Breaking the block caused by fear and inaction is sometimes the biggest hurdle. I may continue to do these exercises until I feel confident enough. Maybe this type of exercise might help you if you feel stuck, or are afraid of starting something new.
Wishing you a productive week!
A little while ago, I went kayaking for the first time in my life. Above is a picture of where we paddled and what it looked like in my mind, afraid of the unknown.
While I wouldn’t consider myself an ‘outdoors’ girl due to a fear of bugs, but I do appreciate the beauty of nature. However, I am scared of being on the open ocean, even though I know how to swim. The vastness of the open water, and being in the middle of it, freaks me out. So when I promised my husband that I would go kayaking with him, I made a promise with good intentions.
In reality, I was scared, but I never go back on a promise (except for the time I promised my brother I would bring him a dinosaur toy from the museum when I was in grade 5, I still feel guilty about it to this day). So I HAD to go.
When I actually bit the bullet and went into the kayak and onto the sea, I was so stressed. My husband did everything he could to calm me down, as I tried to I paddle frantically to reach the nearest piece of land. Soon, I realized I wouldn’t sink sink. We tried some manoeuvres like squaring up against the waves created by the wake of powerboats, and didn’t sink or tip over. After a while, I began to relax.
As we paddled further, we came upon a formation that was like a little cave, and my husband asked if we should paddle in. Somehow I felt a sense of adventure and agreed. It was so wonderful, I felt like a kid discovering something new. Below is a picture of the ‘cave’ we paddled into and how beautiful it was with the light at the end:
You might be wondering about what I am trying to say in this post. I am merely reminding myself not to forget the sense of adventure in life once in a while. There is a lot to discover if you allow yourself.