So my friend and fellow sister of the brush is having a collective thing, and asked me to contribute a piece. After exploring my studio (a name for the loose collection of crap I hide in the front room of the house) in a manner that was pretty much a scene for scene recreation of the start of ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark’, I decided everything sucked and that I was going to paint something new.
So I do what I normally do – I meticulously underpaint, get the tonal balance right, I’m happy. Round two, time for some colour. After some fucking about trying to colour match to my source material, I HATE it.
There is still time to salvage, and for those not in the know – this is actually how I work, cursing and bawling and getting paint in my hair and thinking I’m shit. 9 times out of 10, it works out. Plus I have the most motivating thing of all – a really tight deadline
Now maybe if I painted more often, this would not be my work flow.