I began working on this oil painting on panel about a month ago and I left it alone for a week or so. I kept staring at it and knew something was missing, and so I added some more details and the light shining through. All art decisions involve a risk, but the excitement of making something great or ruining it is a part of the fun. I am happy with the turn out.
My artwork display at the Gallery Espresso in Savannah, Georgia throughout the month of December. If you are in the area, make sure to stop in for some great coffee and check out some local art!
This is day 4 on this piece. This was very tough without the color reference but I ended up looking at several pictures and found ones that I liked. I had to build up color carefully and slowly. I should have waited for the painting to dry with each step, but I chose to work on it regardless. What is nice about using the grisaille method is that it prevents paintings from becoming too chromatic. In other words, one has more control of color and value.
I have painted over the charcoal drawings adjusting a few things. I will add more details once I add color. I am really happy how this is turning out.
I was commissioned to do the following painting of William Sanders Scarborough and I am almost done with the under-painting with charcoal. This is my first time going this detailed before painting, but I think for this one it was necessary to get it done this way. There is no reference available with color so this will be a challenging piece. I plan on using very thin glazes so that the drawing shows through.
Charcoal on 14″ x 16″ Wooden Panel.
Whereupon I met a light , so brilliant that the remnant hues of yellow ocher, which began as white, drifted off into the darkness and surrounded the dark olive grass. I stand among the thorns, the falling leaves, the thickets of grass. I begin to observe the colors, I can’t remember where I stand, but I stood in the shadows awakened by its presence. The thorns, the leaves, the grass, surrounded me. I did not move towards the light, as I knew that the light I saw was ever more present in the shadows.
FB: Vanessa Withun Art
It has been a while since I posted a poem. I have written a few and will post them over time. I love the idea of combining poetry and art. I do not consider myself a poet at all, but I love to read it!
Why weep? As if the life lived is wrought with pain,
As if time does not deliver a heap of leaves that speckle the green grass with hues of red,
As if love does not give its hill to climb
As if, I want to climb
If climbed, never look back
The pillars beneath the hill are wrought with pain
As if, leaves do not speckle the grass with hues of red
As if, we had time