While in France last year, I sketched several tree lines. Those rows of green things (we're not suppose to call them trees, we're suppose to call them shapes) became compelling.
So, last night, behind my eyelids, I was envisioning this one white tree from one of my sketches. This little guy has been ruminating in my brain since last July. How about a traditional? An experiment in studying the classics.
The underpainting actually began the night before with a rough sketch on linen canvas, using a paper towel instead of a brush. Used just cad red and alizarin crimson thinned with turp. Swiped on. Wiped off. Dried over night.
Up and ready, this morning, I turned on Yo-Yo Ma playing Ennio Morricone...Moses and Marco Polo Suite. The music and the colors engulfed me and before I knew it 6 hours and two boxes of raisins had gone by.
I began by darkening my darks and trying to get a bit more definition. Scrubbed on. Scraped off.
I determined which area was my lightest. Which was my brightest. Which was my darkest. I began with a large brush. But, when I laid down my long line of purple in front of the trees, I just picked up my pallet knife and couldn't put it down. Seriously! It was stuck to my hand and I couldn't let go. It began to scribble and move color all over the canvas....sort of like a ouiji on steroids!
20x24 oil on linen