A few weeks ago, I had a bad outdoor painting day. I can’t remember if I told you about it. Probably not, since the three watercolors I came out with that day seemed so horrible. This was the first of the three. I buried all three in a pile of little watercolors on my drawing table, hoping out of sight, out of mind.
I came across the little pile yesterday, and seeing this painting afresh made me think again…not so bad. Actually I like it a lot! This just goes to show that our first blush assessment of a painting is not always right on. Sometimes I absolutely love a painting right after completing it, only to have its greatness diminish after a week or two, the weak spots glaring at me upon second look. This one is the opposite.
I remember what my difficulty was: everything was turning out far darker than I had anticiipated. I was sitting in the shade, completely in shade, so neither my paints nor paper were in full sun. But outdoor light on a sunny day is definitely different than any indoor lighting. The other two small paintings from that day are definitely dark globs. I also remember that I did not like how the tree “top” seemed to intersect exactly with the roofline. Would’ve rather one be higher than the other, but oh well. I like it even so, now that I’ve looked again.
I think I should make a practice of putting paintings away for two weeks and then pulling them out and looking at them with fresh eyes.