Underpaintings…how I miss them when they’re gone.
The awkward, in-between stage:
The days are getting shorter here in the Southern Hemisphere – before I knew it the morning sun was gone. So painting was suspended due to shifting light, to be revisited in the morning. I wonder how many petals will fall overnight?
This, incidentally, is the sad and clinical photograph of my subject:
Well, I half expected every petal to fall, but the roses were more or less intact when I came back to paint this morning – just a little more negative space in the middle of the arrangement. This morning’s progress:
The finished painting: