Mourning Glow

Hey everyone. It has been so long since I have been able to complete a painting. Happy I finally completed Mourning Glow. Not so happy my studio is still torn apart for so long.

Mourning Glow by Helen Shideler

Mourning Doves

My husband and I look at mourning doves with two lenses. They are peaceful birds, quite elegant in their own right and with a beautiful mournful song. I love how they seem to glow when the sun starts to rise and shines on their fronts. Pretty sure they face into the sun to welcome the morning light! Wouldn’t you?

The other lens is less flattering. They are bird seed hogs and well, they mess where ever they want - which is usually on our deck furniture. Yuck! Placing them squarely in the pigeon category!

But I love that they roost in our trees so close to our house. I recently completed another painting of a trio of Mourning Doves roosting in our apple tree - Moody Mourning - Blog post click here

Moody Mourning by Helen Shideler

The colours of their feathers

Mourning doves have a most interesting pallette. A hint of blue, taupe, gold and mushroom tones. Quite lovely to work with. You can see the colour variations played out in these two paintings captured in very different lighting conditions. They can be elegantly monochromatic and then dramatic when the sun shines directly on them.

Mourning Glow is available here

My poor studio

Still looks like this! Torn apart with no real end in site. The kitchen counter works but the lighting is not really great for painting. Soon, I hope soon.

Hopefully I will not be as long with my next painting

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