the problem with Prussian blue

Oh dear me.  So I have this brand new tube Prussian Blue paint in oil (if course).  I tried to squeeze a dab out onto my pallet.  Only it would not come out.  So I squeezed a little harder.  Still no paint.  And then I squeezed a little harder.Success!!!! 

Painter Painting by Helen Shideler

 

Only half the tube shot out. Over the top of my pallet (as in all over the edges), onto the side of my water bottle, across the protective cardboard I had put under my work.  Phew!  Now if you know anything at all about Prussian, it has a reputation of getting away from you.  I really thought that meant as in messing up your mixes.  Nope.  I now know it means literally getting away from you! So, I thought- I can manage this and clean up later. 

I had my roll of paper towel on the table as well.  A breeze came up making the paper towel flap around.  Made it flap across the large squeeze of deep blue paint. 

Confession

When i paint I have a very bad habit of holding a piece of paper towel in my other hand.  This is never a good idea.  Especially when you have some unruly paint out there trying to get you.  I never noticed it until much later. 

You can see where this is going.  A fly landed on my shoulder and I shoed it away.  My hair was blowing in the wind and into my eyes, I tried to move it away.  Then an ant ran up my leg.  Could not let that happen - had to flick it off.  By the time the wind died down, I have Prussian Blue on my forehead.  Up the entire length of my left arm.  In my armpit????? Seriously, how did that happen????? Over the upper part of my right arm and shoulder.  And of course, remember the ant?  Down my left leg. Remember the cardboard protecting my table.  It shifted.  The nice white tiles are slightly blue even after I tried to clean up.

Not to be discouraged, I finished the painting,  Started to take my materials back into the studio.  Made three trips.  Came back for the cardboard and hit my really tall glass of lemon water.  It went across the table, into my hat, soaked a chair with the pulp-y juice.  Needless to say, I was a great source of amusement for my husband who felt the need to show me each one of the blue blotches all over me. hmmmmm

 

 

 

To Santa Fe and back

This trip had been loosely planned for a year.  I mean we all registered on the last day of PACE 17 when we hear it would be in Santa Fe.  Other than that, we waited until January to book flights and the hotel room for the trip home. And maybe just maybe, we should have really scrutinized the schedule first.  Who has time to be that planful?

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On the road again

Two friends and i planned to meet at the airport in Albuquerque, rent a car (really really expensive) and drive to Santa Fe. I Googled the satellite maps to look at the roads to mentally prepare me for the drive.  And although I thought I was ready - but absolutely noting can prepare you for that type of traffic - unless you live in San Francisco, maybe... The car agency rental person warned be, but frankly I thought it was a ploy to sell more insurance.  They spoke of inebriated drivers, reckless drivers and crazy drivers.

We persevered and make it safely to our destination.  Only, I speak in kilometres not in miles.  Jeepers creepers the drive was a lot longer than I anticipated- and the resort was off the beaten track in a place called Buffalo Thunder.  The resort was wonderful.   Only there was nothing else in the general proximity other than a couple more casinos.  No grocery stores.  No place to shop. 

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The PACE 18  sessions were amazing.  Brienne Brown.  Barbara Tapp. Cindy Baron. And so many more.  They talked of throwing the paint down with out a drawing (gasp) and maybe draw later (again gasp).  But being there to learn, I decided to throw away everything I thought I knew and try it. Well, it kinda sorta works.  With a lot more practice it may just really work.  Above are my attempts.

View from behind

PACE included paint outs in various locations including El Santuario de Chimayó.  While we were there the wind was quite strong to the point I decided that setting up my easel may be a bit risky.  I found a bench and noticed all the painters painting in front of me.  And I love sketching figures. Had a lot of fun with there.  And yes, there will be a painting soon!

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Cheers, until next time