The original dollop of paint would not have filled a dried out pea shell. Really, it was just a few molecules laid out to help control an intense blue I was preparing to use.
Somehow I managed to get every single miniscule dot , plus a few more, into my palm. (What is equally amazing is that I took time to actually photograph this – left handed no less.)
In a few short moments, that tiny smidgeon turned into a sanguine smear of Shakespearean proportion. My palm, 2 brushes and a palette knife were caught up in the scuffle. A smear found its way onto my thigh. It took a roll of paper towels to staunch the flow.
Oh, the painting? It's quite well, thank you very much.
2016 Benediciton 36x48 oil
Do me a favor, would you? I'm conducting an experiment. If you've actually read the entire post, please respond on the FB feed by using the word "blue" in your remarks. Like, "Wow, all that red is making me blue!" Or, "You really blue it!" Let's have a little fun, shall we?
I've been sharing the odds and ends of my art life for the last 8 years.