I didn’t do too badly with my over-ambitious list of things
to do last week – the house is full of blind, but mended furry animals and
there is a half-done sheep on my easel. I had kept all my drawing materials out
of harm’s way with the arrival of Titus – since the tiny house we rent necessitates
the sharing of one’s makeshift studio with a bouncy dog. By the time I had set everything
out again, and reintroduced myself (and Titus) to the hoover, half the day was
gone. It’s surprising how much concentration is required to do a commission –
much more than any other painting because I am so keen to make sure I achieve
the likeness my clients expect. My little helper didn’t appreciate this, so not
much was achieved on day one. Today, day two, was much more successful, thanks
to Henry’s assistance with both domestic and dog duties! I remember trying to
work when Ned was a pup – he secretly stole a yellow pastel stick from my box.
This would have remained undiscovered had he not then knicked a pair of black tights
from the washing line and covered them in tell-tale yellow saliva! I
consciously arranged my pastel box higher off the ground than usual, but subconsciously
I approached my painting process of Princess Neptune a little differently as well.
I feel more aware of colour temperature and didn’t start with the nose. I don’t
know what her nozzle did to put me off, but I think perhaps my choice of colour
has been influenced by my pochade practice.
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| My little helper - waiting for me to open that interesting box! |
