Recently I walked into a woman's clothing store. Expecting to see a wall of dark brown, gray, black and maybe red clothing, I was astonished by huge splashes of YELLOW... gorgeous, yellow in ever so many shades from citron to saffron to lemon. Yellow jackets, yellow pants, yellow scarves and yellow blouses. Right then I decided that my color for this year would be YELLOW.
The last day that my husband was in the hospital, they put a pair of...not beige, not blue nor black, but brilliant
YELLOW padded hospital stockings on his feet. Walking into his room, sticking out of the rumpled sheets were two bright yellow feet!
"Wow, I dub those when we get home." I now pad around the house in yellow hospital stockings.
YELLOW makes my heart zing.
Yellow makes me smile.
Vincent van Gogh loved yellow. Remember his quaint and crooked yellow home in Arles, Provence; his sturdy yellow wooden bed; all those beautiful sunflower paintings hanging on the walls. In a letter to Theo, Vincent wrote,
"You know....the sunflower is mine in a way." I think that many of us have that same love and joy for the sunflower. They are so bold and beautifully riddled with a happy
YELLOW personality.
Simply put: they sing to our hearts.
I don't consider myself a painter of flowers, but when I do, most often they are sunflowers. Driving to a farmer's market, scooping up an armful of fresh
SUNFLOWERS is pure happiness as good as a thin paper cone cocooned in
PINK cotton candy. Sunflowers simply beckon one to paint!!! Cotton Candy? well that is pure childish joy and stickiness.
Last fall I started a sunflower composition primarily in red and yellow; gigantic, curling, scrolling,
SUNFLOWERS in a blue and white vase. At the time of painting I took a few photos showing my painting steps. At one point I thought I was finished, but went back a month later and diddled around some more. The following photos show my progress from beginning to end...the final end. Well for now that is.
Lightly I sketch in a basic design, which gets changed several times. I use loose oil paint in a contrasting color with a filbert brush.
The background and foreground color are brushed in roughly with a wide stiff brush. Lots of canvas shows through.
I am not a patient, decisive, make the "correct choice first" type of painter. I sketch all over the place, scrape off and begin again. But the final lines will become important.
As my sketch becomes more certain, I get impatient to start laying in thick, brilliant paint. Easy does it, try not to get ahead of myself.
The design is getting closer to what I envision. But the sunflowers are not yet
dancing.
It took a number of more painting sessions to get it to the final stage.
