11.20am and I've not even made a move to go and paint. I am a bad bad boy.
I will make a cup of tea and migrate all my bits and pieces forthwith.
Everything in the studio is wet. I don't mean wet water, wet. I mean wet paint, wet. At least all the things I had considered working on today are.
Plan B. The pink "path of least resistance" returns from the temporary gallery in the house. I am satisfied with the glow, but the edges of the crack don't look concrete enough, and the crack itself looks more like a shallow hole than a deep void.
Time to tackle the crack then... It soon becomes evident that some demolition is in order. I take a deep breath and remove part of the rocky edge.
I will just need to cover it up now with darkness and glow. Next time...
After this minor, but successful, step. I find myself once again short of werk. Maybe it's time to finally take an old nemesis to task. I load up some reference photos and dig out 'Ne Travaillez Jamais' from behind a stack of canvases. I also prop the 'No/Yes' canvas on the easel, this will be my testing ground.
I make notes as I go, of each step of the painting process. Still have a lot to learn. But I conclude that the shadows I'd painted in on the main canvas are not necessary/pointless. I paint them out.
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