Since the last time I posted this painting, I both intensified the sky color at the top of the painting and stretched it all the way over the roof. Now there is a greater difference between the sky below and above. The definition of the roof is sharper, also. Then I began working on the chickens. The positions I had chosen for some of them were iffy at best (have I mentioned I don't have a lot of barnyard knowledge?) so I took time off to do some research. That I did and then drew more chickens in a sketchbook. Now I think I understand how they move so maybe, just maybe it's time to finish the fowl.
Anyway, in class I have kept on working in watercolor. It's easier to transport and is less toxic for everyone around. Last week at the very end of class, I began working on this farm - or rather the barn that went with a farm. If you look back through this year's vacation pictures, you'll see it in several different views. This photo came from an earlier year, and I thought it would make a good study for a future painting of the same subject.
As I said, it's very early in development, and it will, I hope, change a lot before it's finished.
After painting class I returned home to eat a quick lunch and then set off for Crazy Quilt Class. There I learned an unexpected lesson. Again. When one has been "away" from an activity, the return is not necessarily easy. I must have spent at least half an hour if not longer dithering about which block I was going to work on, what I would do on whichever block won, what stitch or stitches I would use, and what thread color would be best. Or should I use ribbon instead of thread? Maybe I should look through the stitch dictionary I had with me. A bathroom stop might be a good idea and then a chat with the teacher who - thanks be to all that's good - was going through the same steps I was! It takes time to switch from painting to stitching especially if one hadn't switched mental gears at all.
All ended well, sort of. I did get started and even though I didn't have everything I needed, I did complete one element (sadly in a pedestrian manner) and was ready to face my personal fear and stitch the owl's face in my winter block. I had just the right white thread with me, and the best way to approach the task had risen up unbidden from my subconscious mind. It was time.
Except - I couldn't find the thread!
I was convinced I had it with me, but it simply refused to appear. Tomorrow, as soon as I have time, I will search for it again. Could I have left it at home and that location was the picture I had in my mind? Possibly. The sad thing it, I can't remember the maker of the thread or its composition. I only know I've used the only other spool of the same thread (though in orange) and loved it, but I think that spool ran out so I can't refer to it to replace it.
Oh well, it isn't the only white thread I have.