I was painting along quite happily, sitting in my chair, glasses on…the music paused and I took a moment to walk away, turn around, view the work and decide…yes, wow, there is no more work to be done. It does represent my vision of this place–though I’ve never been. I must say that I think this is one of those paintings that should be seen from a distance, across a room…for then you get the feeling of standing above this serene place, as if discovering its existence for this first time.
I don’t know why. I was building a portfolio….but the rejections! Ouch. I’ve vowed to give up before and ended up right back where I am….staring at a work in progress, smiling and thinking, “oh, I know exactly where I’m going with this!”
I like working in oil—the inherent qualities of oil, the texture, the sheen, the way they capture color and hold the eye….but then, one must quit working at some point and let them dry before continuing…..I’m on a break..waiting for paint to dry.
Day two….well, that’s if you don’t count the two days I spent prepping the canvas.
I found this snapshot of terraced rice in the fog (that I saved until now)…one of those images that I just had to paint…and while I was painting it I was thinking of this geographical location – somewhere in China. China – I’ve been to Hong Kong, but never to this Yuanyang rice terrace in Yunnan Province. Not the point. I was thinking about relationships with China. They do make a lot of the stuff we consume….cheap. Then there’s the jobs thing, the political stuff, and they have Giant Pandas. We’d definitely be better off if we didn’t consume so much “stuff” from China. I just have to point out that the reason I kept this image in my mind (and my things to paint file) was the natural
juxtaposition of the fog against the clarity of the reflections in the flooded terraces, the brightness of the fog against the stark shadowing of the looming trees. Its kind of like how I relate to China.