I hesitated to post this painting tonight because I wasn't happy with it. I was pressed for time and I thought “Hey, I’ll just knock out a simple shell.” Boy. was I wrong. I have new respect for my fellow painters who do this well. I’m shocked, shocked to find out just how difficult the convincing depiction of a shell really is. The reflections are soft and must be handled very gently and the rainbow of iridescent color changes are mind boggling. To quote Scarlett O’Hara; "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."
Scene 2 - A studio in Reisterstown; 7:00am
"Look, what envious streaks do lace the severed clouds in yonder east. Nights candles are burnt out, and yocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops." It is tomorrow and the soft light of dawn is flowing into the studio and playing off the prism of color on the shell...and to think, I almost lost this to the rag. A lesson from Treebeard: Don't be hasty!
4 comments:
Mark, the iridescent colors, of your simple shell, look great.
Very nice
This is so gorgeous.
I'm so glad you didn't wipe it.
A real lesson to all us painters.
Thanks bunches for sharing!
Thanks girls!
(I'm old enough to call you that)
I appreciate the sentiments!
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