
I wanted to explore some ideas in this one: reducing detail, losing edges, and using strong color with gray. It's funny that it takes so much gumption to give up the first two - it actually feels hazardous, like there will be chaos if you allow it.

I'm trying to work out how the plaid can be painted without anal retentativeness and still be plaid - wanton plaid, maybe.

I made a last attempt to find some bluebonnets today and rode my bike out to some fields near my house. Nothing. These are the wildflowers I gathered from the snake filled ditches.
I didn't think I had anything postable today but as I was cleaning up I found a little painting I had done of these sort of desiccated bluebonnets - no rain this year. Also, because the painting is dry, I could scan it, and behold! no glare on the black! I don't know that I can discipline myself to paint a 4-5 days ahead though, it seems too big a mountain.
Well, I have to do something that is purely fun tomorrow, because every last brain cell I have is fried. Last weekend I bought a postcard of a head Velasquez had done of the Infanta Princess Something, I can't remember her name. She has elaborate hair, but the whole thing is very simple, even the form of the hair is simple, with an indication of pearls and curls within it. And I approached this determined to simplify (except for the plaid) and yet.....sometimes it just exceeds my grasp. I take my hat off to him, again.

No kidding, this plaid just sort of came to me unbidden, so I had to go with it. I liked the outward and opposite gaze of these two beings, and the sense of comfort between them. But oh, the plaid was the fun part!
I wanted to do this subject again and paint more vigorously and less cautiously, which I did do, but it doesn't show here - could it be the camera and not my whining? I'm trying to find a way to keep the whole surface going without stopping to correct. To correct with the next application of the paint on the form or surface next to the mistake. To make friends with mistake making and have a lot of ways to re-state that are not cramped or fearful.

This plaid thing is starting to feel Steve Martin-ish. Didn't he wear those plaid pants in "The Jerk"? In any case, it's been fun. I tried to keep the color very quiet here and I guess fish are the best subject for greys, so many variations. I am off for a few days to celebrate a birthday with a sister and maybe break the plaid cycle.
This plaid is a lot to grapple with. It is silk taffeta, so it has sheen and shadow right next to each other that are different colors altogether which is maddening. Then it has LOTS of up and down stripes that are regular. I think plaid is such a strong element that it has to be softened somehow otherwise it shouts over the rest of the painting rather than being integral to it. I tried various methods of softening them, one over the other, therefore, lots of paint. I learned a lot though, and am getting more comfortable with it. When you can get plaid to work ---bashment!
