My comfort zone style of artwork is typically like the above pieces.
Lots of layers and background depth. Part of the creative process that I find easy to
Lots of layers and background depth. Part of the creative process that I find easy to
escape into and yet always different in each piece.
Not much facial detailing to speak of
Then one day while sitting at my art table
this is the piece that came out of me
I had still used different papers and stamps for background.
Her face sort of just happened though.
It wasn't really planned.
Layers of acrylic paint; oil pastels,
clear gesso and even color pencils
all going on at once.
She was fun to see come to be.
I had never done a face like hers before.
It was exciting.
The painting
as a whole though
didn't steal my heart.
Something was just a wee bit off and yet I couldn't
pinpoint exactly why it didn't make me
smile when I'd look at it.
It didn't get hung on one of my walls.
Stashed away with other canvas.
I needed to take a break from her.
One afternoon I brought her out of hiding.
I'd been reading comments in a number
of different art course classes that I was
part of. One that struck such a cord
with me was along the lines of it's alright to
revamp a painting into something else.
I laid her on the table and began.
Layers of clear gesso were slathered on top.
As I let that dry I began to second guess myself.
{That can happen a lot as an artist}
With a big gulp of my coffee I shook my nerves and
uneasy off and began to play.
She morphed quicker then I thought
once more paper was added.
Then I went dark with the back ground.
As that darkness happened
she took a totally different look in my head.
With fingers crossed that I would bring the image
from inside my mind
out onto this painting,
I set to work until I finished.
She was getting closer to what I was hoping for.
Her hair became untamed.
I was stamping images into her hair and onto her dress.
Splatters of paint were happening all over the canvas.
I was mixing in colors of paint I generally never used.
Shades of purple, blue and even pearlescent paints.
I was finally falling in love with her.
A row of antique buttons was attached at her neckline.
A little bit darker stamping was placed on her bodice.
She had amazingly shifted into a painting
that I couldn't stop the smile
when I gazed upon her.
I'm getting ready to find the perfect place
to hang her in my home.
I'm getting ready to paint a few more in this
newly discovered style within me.
I look forward to sharing
the process and pieces
with you all.
**********************
Not much facial detailing to speak of
Then one day while sitting at my art table
this is the piece that came out of me
Her face sort of just happened though.
It wasn't really planned.
Layers of acrylic paint; oil pastels,
clear gesso and even color pencils
all going on at once.
She was fun to see come to be.
I had never done a face like hers before.
It was exciting.
The painting
as a whole though
didn't steal my heart.
Something was just a wee bit off and yet I couldn't
pinpoint exactly why it didn't make me
smile when I'd look at it.
It didn't get hung on one of my walls.
Stashed away with other canvas.
I needed to take a break from her.
One afternoon I brought her out of hiding.
I'd been reading comments in a number
of different art course classes that I was
part of. One that struck such a cord
with me was along the lines of it's alright to
revamp a painting into something else.
I laid her on the table and began.
Layers of clear gesso were slathered on top.
As I let that dry I began to second guess myself.
{That can happen a lot as an artist}
With a big gulp of my coffee I shook my nerves and
uneasy off and began to play.
She morphed quicker then I thought
once more paper was added.
Then I went dark with the back ground.
As that darkness happened
she took a totally different look in my head.
With fingers crossed that I would bring the image
from inside my mind
I set to work until I finished.
She was getting closer to what I was hoping for.
Her hair became untamed.
I was stamping images into her hair and onto her dress.
Splatters of paint were happening all over the canvas.
I was mixing in colors of paint I generally never used.
Shades of purple, blue and even pearlescent paints.
I was finally falling in love with her.
A row of antique buttons was attached at her neckline.
A little bit darker stamping was placed on her bodice.
She had amazingly shifted into a painting
that I couldn't stop the smile
when I gazed upon her.
I'm getting ready to find the perfect place
to hang her in my home.
I'm getting ready to paint a few more in this
newly discovered style within me.
I look forward to sharing
the process and pieces
with you all.
**********************
Tracy(Cedara)Dunn
Thru the Attic Door
{A Collection of Primitives,
{A Collection of Primitives,
1 comment:
Wonderful! I so enjoyed watching her develop and evolve at the time.
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