Discovering the joy of painting is like learning a new song. You learn the notes, the tempo, rhythm, where to breathe, where to be fast or slow, to pause and go. Theres a time for loud and a time for soft. Painting is the same but it’s in another language. I’m working on some little fun paintings right now that are helping me uncover some interesting color combos, discover the power of gray, and when to choose a cool one or create a warm one. I’m putting more paint on the canvas than in past work. Maybe this is obvious, but when you get enough paint on the canvas to be a little dimensional, it looks more like, well more like a painting.
Putting down a layer of tissue paper or rice paper changes the surface enough for me and takes away the problematic canvas texture. Ofcourse tissue paper can also be a problem if there is an unfortunately placed wrinkle in it. But that can be overcome with…more paint, or even some molding medium.
I’ve made a decision to paint more and collage less, and also not to use images for collage…no photos or pictures from books. Ok Paint…teach me!