"Yellow Shawl and Glads" -- oil on canvas 36x36" -- Margie Guyot
This is the yellow silk shawl I'd bought at Stonehege Gardens. On the way home from buying it, I stopped in at Glen's grocery store, looking like a crazy woman in my new sparkly orange, dangling earrings, black T-shirt and green plaid man's shirt. I'd been plein air painting with Jordan River Arts Club that morning and had completely forgotten how I was dressed.
Wandering through Glen's, I spied these yellow gladiolas. Aha! Perfect companions for the yellow shawl! As soon as I got home, I set up this still life. Because of the complexity of the shawl, there was no need to add more components.
From past experience, I knew not to waste time. Those glads had to be painted -- and pronto! It was agonizing. Flowers are always a struggle (as is everything else)! One would hope the fairies would magically paint them for me, but so far I haven't been so lucky.
A few years ago I took a painting class with a certain artist (name withheld) and she took an immediate dislike to me. I have no idea why. We were painting landscapes, which I hadn't expected, as she was a surreal artist. I felt a little disappointed, but heck -- as long as we were out there, in the beautiful Rockies, by a stream, I figured I might as well just enjoy it. "Obviously this comes easy to you!" she snapped, during a critique.
"No, it's hard!" I replied. I look at a scene and think holy crap -- this is going to be tough! But I just plug along, figuring things out as I go. Kind of like an algebra test. And don't ask me anything about algebra. I remember absolutely nothing.
So that's how I paint. Just plug along, figuring things out as I go. I knew to paint the gladiolas first, as they would poop out in a day or so. Sometimes I'll finish painting one bloom, then wander outside to pull a few handfuls of weeds, fantasizing that all the blooms would paint themselves in my absence. So far, no luck at that. But eventually I do get them all done.
The shawl was a pain to do, too. The fairies were no help. I do try to stick with it, though, as I usually am sick of looking at a painting after about a week. To save myself further agony, I try to work quickly, so it'll be done in a week or less.
Did you ever think artists went through such agony?