I've spent way too much time over the past couple of weeks staring out of my office window at a particular bunch of branches and watching their leaves change and all of it play with the sky. Every day I try to figure out a new way to paint it. Depending on the direction of the sun and the amount of cloud cover, I find myself thinking of different underpaintings (most of the time it's crying out for Mars violet)... and which layers would go on after. It would not be a classic landscape, but just a square of interacting colors... colors that shouldn't make sense together and yet do... colors that hum... colors that the mere thought of applying leave me breathing a little faster each time.
I've started photographing it during its various moods... always cropping it down to a little square. It wants to be a square. Today, when thinking of what I would layer first, and what I would try to keep as pure as possible, I realized it wanted to be a batik... the dark blue dye going on last, after the wax has been cracked... forming all of those wonderful little branches. But tomorrow? Who knows.
I'll probably never paint it. I'm not that fond of autumnal scenes rendered with paint... they can look garish and cheesy really fast, but I've painted it in my mind a million times this season and every time has been as satisfying as if I'd really done it.
(Today's photo was taken through a window, with my cell phone camera... it's kind of blurry, but actually enhances the batik effect)
Last night's 32 degree weather took its toll on a lot of the plants that probably had their heyday a month ago already, but there's one small patch that refuses to give up... It must be protected just enough... I have to protect it this weekend as Grizzled gears up for garden shut-down. I'd like them to stay as long as they like.
Have a good weekend, everyone! Come back with some interesting tales to tell!
Dream 1 consisted of a scary speedra crawling around in the piles of laundry I had just sorted, but I noticed, although it moved like a speedra, it had googly eyes and was purple. It looked as it it were made out of some kind of shiny plastic. Nonetheless, it creeped me out. I did not want to spend the whole day doing laundry, knowing it was waiting, so I started flinging clothes left and right. Mr. Speedra eventually came out where I promptly stomped him. He was filled with iridescent purple goo... and some kind of robotics and electronics. I kicked him over and saw, "Spyder" printed on his underside... Perhaps he was spying on me to make sure my laundry was properly sorted...
Dream 2 consisted of a cameo by Snag. Poor Snag needed an eye transplant, but since they're not common yet, he opted for the eye from a roadkill deer (maybe a stag...). It was successful and Snag could see again, however, that eye always always looked as if you were viewing it in the dark... it had that eerie glow, no matter the level of light.