Draw Mix Paint
I went to Mom's house last night to pick up the baby. She told me about a new oil painting method she found online, from a YouTube channel called "Draw Mix Paint." After watching a few of the videos, she felt like oils were finally starting to make sense. She could finish a painting in an afternoon instead of three or four weeks. And she had several gigabytes of beautiful new reference photos from her recent trip to Montana just waiting to be painted.
Her enthusiasm was infectious. Immediately I wanted to learn oils, too. The painting method Mom described seems to simplify the endless decisions to be made about hue, saturation, value and compositional structure. That's where I tend to get stuck. Every new brush stroke changes the entire dynamic of a piece. And then to layer an additional goal on top of all those things--the realistic portrayal of a scene--it's like a chess game, with an infinite number of paths and possible outcomes.
I've been hoping that at least a few of these decisions will become automatic over time--that with practice, painting will become less conscious and more intuitive. But I don't know if I have enough years left on earth to rely on rote memorization alone. There's so much to learn. It would take me a hundred lifetimes. Which makes Mom's new painting method seem all the more attractive.
She said she'd give me a lesson. I'll just have to find an evening when I can visit. Without her help, I wouldn't know where to begin.
In less art-related news, I've been trying to touch the memoir once every day. I don't yet know if that's a realistic goal. But so far so good. I arrived at the page this morning full of resistance, but I pushed through it and mapped out the (new) first chapter. I wanted to do more but ran out of time. The eagerness to return is such a good feeling.