Actually the same prairie as last week and a tree based on the tree from last week.
Oh you know that moment when you put down your brush with great satisfaction knowing you have created yet another masterpiece, and that glow clings to you until an hour later when you look at it and think, "That's not so hot." To me it was that row of trees at the top of the hill, too even, too level, too ordered. Damn it, and this after I sprayed it so there was no remedy.
I like the 'grass' in the foreground. If you look a little closer at it it is not grass at all. It's just a conglomeration of paint tricks on yupo. Behind it is the 'meadow' which breaks up into those beloved dit, dit, dits which indicate hilliness and distance, each row of dit, dit, dit, representing the tip of a small hillock.
And then that crazy cloud which is made of yupo lucky strikes. And then between them that uninspired row of trees.
But wait a minute. I have always been a fan of order vs chaos, and can't we see that timid row as a vestige of order to be destroyed by the crazy chaos all around it? Or perhaps it is a harbinger of order marching up the hill to bring order to all that chaos.
Either way, a masterpiece, I am a genius after all. But then you knew that all along didn't you?
I have talked myself out after that last one. I have recently I have become obsessed with blotting with paper towels (Viva, because the others have floral patterns and leave a distracting pattern). There are all kinds of things you can do depending on the length of time between the paint and the paper towel, whether you use clean or dirty paper towels, and how hard you press it down. Oh, so many different things.It was inspired by a photo of a catalpa tree in the Ten Cat beer garden on a foggy night, you know when the city lights color the fog yellow. Maybe I will do something to make it more feathery.
Well I guess I haven't talked myself out after the first painting after all. But then I guess you knew that all along too.