Workshop Day / The Patience of Wet Paint
Some paintings tell you immediately what they need. This one did — and then asked me to walk away.
It's a floral, built on a lavender field that functions more as atmosphere than background. The flowers aren't posed. They're discovered — warm russets and peach tones emerging from the cool ground like they've been there all along, waiting for the light to find them. The corn stalk anchors the left edge with a rougher, more declarative energy, which is exactly the counterweight the delicate blossom cluster needs.
The move I'm after is simple and non-negotiable: white blossom hard against ultramarine blue. Highest contrast in the painting. Everything else — the lavender field, the warm flower notes scattered through the middle, the gestural marks underneath — all of it becomes secondary to that one relationship. The eye goes there first. Then it earns the rest of the painting on the way back out.
But the paint is wet. So for now, it dries.
There's a discipline in that. The temptation in a workshop setting is to keep pushing, to resolve while the energy is high. But some decisions need a dry surface to land on. The ultramarine I want is rich and final. Putting it into wet paint would give me mud where I need conviction.
So I'm leaving it. And I already know what it's going to be.