The painting I showed you in my last post has evolved into this finished piece.
I’ve also started work on a new painting:
I’ll also be applying clear coat to a piece I finished last week to see if I can bring up some of the colours a bit.
I’m using Revere Pewter (HC-172) from Benjamin Moore in Regal eggshell. I’ve used this colour a few times before and it always looks great.
Here’s how the Benjamin Moore site describes it:
“A light grey with warm undertones, this classic shade creates a unifying look that calms and restores. A great transitional colour, it’s perfect for an open floor plan”.
The house I’m painting does indeed have an open main floor, so this colour is perfect. Here’s the chip.
I tried to clean my studio up a bit. I need a bit of creative clutter to think properly, but it’s starting to get out of control. I managed to get the floor swept, but when I started moving some pieces of Masonite around I came across one that was begging for some paint.
Back on it today.
Then, I’ve got to organize the truck for a job I’ve got coming up.
Over the past six months I’ve completed pieces that I’ll simply refer to as “chunky”. They include elements of sculpture, collage, assemblage–all arrayed on large pieces of Masonite–all embedded in layer after layer of house paint, poured and left to dry into ever thickening accretions.
All the pieces contain layer upon layer upon layer of professional detritus and objects deliberately acquired: Spent brushes and roller sleeves; Latex peeled from trays; Cut up liners and boxes; Lids from paint cans; String; Burlap strips and paper; Wire; Dowels; Tiny wooden blocks.
The objects of each layer were pushed, pulled, poured, hammered, bent, dropped, scraped, stretched, folded, added, subtracted, positioned, re positioned, scattered, buried, tilted, ripped and soaked–transmuted.
Layer upon layer upon layer. Then when I decided that a piece was sufficiently “chunky” I covered it in thick final layers of high gloss black.
I’ve finished nine pieces in this series so far, and have another two almost completed. I’ve maintained my prize-winning physique just moving the things around.
I turn 50 this year. I’ve painted for twenty years so far, and can’t seem to break the habit, so it’s becoming increasingly likely I’ll die clutching a paint brush of one size or another. In light of this fact I’ve decided to start blogging to share a bit of my work and studio life for posterity.
And so it begins.