I thought a lot about white and how it becomes a canvas reflecting its surroundings.
A year ago
I spent a portion of yesterday painting another version of the Garst home. It is a white house. But when I really looked at it, I thought a lot about white and how it becomes a canvas reflecting its surroundings. I haven’t experimented much with this, but what am I here for? Yesterday was the day.
I wished that Harry Adler was standing next to the house with a lot of white paint samples like Lumen, Whistler or Milk Moustache. But, once again during this residency, the answer is: just keep painting. I feel a little emabarassed to admit how timid I have been about experimenting with color until now. I thought, white house, white paper would suffice. But fortunately, I am dissatisfied with myself and that always precedes growth.
I had fun with this, using lots of color to describe light and shade.This painting is not quite done, but it is very important to step away from your work, stare at it, leave the room, maybe go for a ride, then look at it again later.
When I went for a ride, I headed on the Gator to the place where I had seen the bison herd before and was granted another look. Rest assured, my camera lens is powerful and there were two electric fences between us. The end of a wonderful day.