In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Tuesday, 21 January 2014
21 01 2014 tuesday
Terrible photo (I hope) but getting there. Took out loads of layers I liked. The train has to be black, it seems; l needed a dense black so mixed rose quinacridone and prussian with ivory black, just the job. Then had a brief walk to think about balancing the lower picture and hit on the mix of caput mortem, voilet and white I used to love. Again had to lose layers so resisting the temptation to wash it over what was there and protect it, I palette knifed it on over the scraffito, bravely. Those artists whose work has been materialising - Duffy, Sutherland, Piper - abandoned.Still the blue foreground has to be down toned - viridian glaze? - and the sky. Black. I suppose all the light and colourful layers I'm drowning add something to the finish.
Phographing and assessing is my Flaubertian Gueulier, without the volume.