Some of you will remember this painting from a post last year. Between Christmas and the big commission that I’ve been working on, I don’t have anything new to share with you and this seemed appropriate this morning. Winter came for us last night here in NE Illinois, with snow followed by freezing rain. Throughout the night I heard strange explosions and scraping sounds, like when a metal boat rubs against an aluminum pier. Odd. A story in the news revealed that people all through out SE Wisconsin heard them, too. Usually when snow falls the world is muffled in silence. There was no wind or storm to explain it.
An interesting thing happened when I was working on this painting. The sky kept coming out more blue than I wanted it to, so I reworked it the grey I was after. When I did, the colors of the rest of the painting immediately shifted and the life went out of it. That is the nature of color, and why you really cannot predict the outcome of a painting no matter how carefully you plan it. So, blue it is for the sky, and the rest of the painting sprang back to life.