Turpentine diaries 3/24/18
I am using Utrecht flake white these past several days. I like it. It has good covering strength and it’s decently priced. While I like RGH better, RGH prices keep creeping higher. Plus, a recently-purchased tube of raw umber is an oily mess. The tube leaks oil and the oil spreads like a small lake
Turpentine diaries 3/18/18
I had a lot of trouble this morning with the painting on the floor, Down on Prospect Avenue. Why? Who knows? If I could see, I might be able to make good paintings. Things perked up after lunch and I made progress. I think the head of the left-most figure is finished. I like it
Turpentine diaries 3/4/18
The one thing I dislike about my current studio is that it doesn’t have north-facing windows. The direct, late afternoon light makes taking photos a challenge. I took a photo of Trip to Playhouse Square, but the photo had so much surface noise I couldn’t share it. After a good session yesterday, I was able
Turpentine diaries 2/11/18
This unfinished painting, Lunch Alone is 32″ x 46,” is part of the Playhouse Square series. I like my medium a lot but I’m always willing to try new things, especially when they come from James Groves. I’ve written before about how much I like his products, copal varnish, and Courtrai drier. In yesterday’s session,
Turpentine diaries 1/28/18
I’ve written several times about the oil paint manufacturer RGH. No, I don’t have a relationship with them, it’s just that I use their product a lot. Their flake white is my current go-to white. They also sometimes send me free paint when I order from them, such as the jar of blue ochre on
Turpentine diaries 1/21/18
I was going to write about some medium-related topics today but I am tired and want to keep this brief. Today’s sessions with Down on Prospect Avenue were filled with pushing and pulling. Not struggling but pounding things into shape: somethings lighter; somethings darker; somethings cooler; somethings warmer–you get the picture (no pun intended). I
Turpentine diaries 1/7/18
I worked on Booth at the Fair these past two days. It’s starting to move my way. I can struggle with paintings for a variety of reasons, sometimes technical, sometimes who knows what. This painting hit a groove straightaway and began to slide into place, except I didn’t want it to go that direction. Now, like
Turpentine diaries 12/31/17
One day in the park at Playhouse Square, I saw a young lady sitting alone and eating her lunch. As usual, I was taking photos and I wanted to take some of her but I didn’t want her to freeze as people sometimes do when they see a camera. So I asked if she would