Got My Eye on You

I had planned on painting this for quite a while.  My hesitation came only from people's reaction - you cannot paint only one crow. Huh?  Everyone will think it is bad luck or something.....  So, remembering back to a previous post "Didn't See Nuthin'" ..  I will post this as a work in progress in a few days. The Poem illustrated below is a nursery rhyme.  Could not resist!

One for sorrow


Two for joy


Three for a girl


Four for a boy, Five for silver, Six for gold,

IMG_2154Seven for a secret never to be told

Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss,

Ten for a time of joyous bliss.

Didn't See Nuthin'

The very sound of the word crow conjures up a myriad of emotions within us – from contempt to outright dislike with awe somewhere is the mix.  We seldom start with awe.  And yet, crows are fascinating and highly intelligent ( link to David Suzuki Murder of  crows) They are somewhat paintable (is this even a word?) as well.  Mostly seen as a silhouette against the as they are sooo black. But up close there are hints of iridescence with muted mauves and blues - if you can get up close, they are timid – need a really long lens.

So, I was thinking there is a series in painting crows.  Thinking the next and third painting will be a solitary crow.

Mentioned this to my friend Donna Snyder  and she said “oh no, one crow sorrow”.  Huh?  She then recited a poem about counting crows.  We then proceeded to search for this nursery rhyme on-line…

One for sorrow , Two for joy,Three for a girl,Four for a boy.Five for silver,Six for gold,Seven for a secret; never to be told.Eight for a wish,Nine for a kiss, Ten for a time of joyous bliss.

Then we thought – great idea for a series of paintings to mirror the nursery rhyme.  However I am not really sure how many crow paintings I have in me.  I have paintings two paintings complete one with two and another with five crows – leaves too many more painting to be completed to match the poem.

And yet, somehow I think there may a poured painting in the mix

And with the cerulean love hate relationship thing – I am unsure of how may skies I want to lose sleep over!

Until next time...

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Cerulean Blue - my love hate relationship

There is nothing simple about Cerulean or caerulean blue.  You can even spell it two ways! True, it is a desirable colour as it is the colour of a Maritime sky in the spring – how poetic.  Just looking at my  Arches bright white 300lb paper I can “see” how the sky will look. I know in my mind which pigments to mix to get the perfect color.  And the dominant color blue – cerulean of course!

Although in the back of my mind I felt an inkling of caution I choose to completely ignore it.  You know, the little voice you sometimes hear. And as I lovingly applied the first large wash.  I still ignored the inkling.

As the paint started to dry, I remembered. I remember what completely frustrates me about the lovely cerulean.  It granulates as it dries.  Great for a knit sweater or for a cloudy or a foggy sky.  But not for the true blue Maritime sky in the spring with not a whisper of a cloud.

And so, what did I do?  Why I applied another wash of course.  And you know what it did?  Yep, it granulated.  So you know what I did?  Turned the paper sideways and did it again - thought I could somehow swith the grain. And you know what it did…. (insert definition of insanity here...“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.” ― Albert Einstein)

So five washes later.  To the point where I was not waiting for it to completely dry and well, the paper puckered and the effect was more pronounced… and some of teh paint started to lift and still I was not about to give up.

I figured our how to fix it.  I used a bit of cobalt blue, cerulean blue and transparent acrylic mixing white! And I think I fixed it. The last wash evened out the tone and I feel ok to move forward... more to follow soon....

I am not a quitter!


Mysterious Murder of Crows!

While on my recent trip to Vancouver to visit my beautiful daughter Jenn (aka Foodess) we went walking almost every day with Oliver.  Pretty intriguing how every day at suppertime, the trees were full of crows... fascinating and creepy as well.   Well, the intriguing part won me over and I kept taking photos of them.  Jenn thought I was nuts! More on the crows - apparently every night at sundown they fly to Burnaby - no kidding - weird or what!

Anyway, I see a series in this....

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