Primary Colors

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This is my palette for oil painting. It consists of 2 reds, 2 blues, 1 yellow and white, and all the colors I use are mixed with these 6. Before I started painting, I read articles, looked at books, and quizzed painters I knew. The ones that made the most sense to me were working from the primaries, mixing all their own colors. Several reasons are given: 1. Colors are cleaner, rather than the dreaded “muddy” look; 2. It keeps the palette less crowded; 3. It requires a greater understanding of colors and how they interact in mixing. 4. Less things to buy is a reason seldom given, but it certainly matters to me, because the more stuff I own, the more stuff breaks (or gets lost.)

I think there is a bit of an unspoken snob factor here. There is some pride in being able to turn those basic colors into any color one wants. However, there is a color I cannot mix! So, I gave in and today on the Seatrain mural I used carbazole dioxazine violet. It sounds like something for killing cockroaches, but it was the most wonderful purple in the world!! My friend working on her Master’s of Fine Arts insists the proper word for purple is “violet”, but I am a bit of a DBO. . . after all, I grew up in Ivanhoe! It looks rather blue here, but in reality it is the purplish-blue of lupine and was a great relief from all the orange.

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(in case you are wondering – Ditch-Bank-Okie)

It’s All Good

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And the winner is poppies in Subject Matter, and 6×6″ in Sizes! I knew that. People are still spending, but spending cautiously.

But, it isn’t all about sales. Many contacts were made, a portrait commission in pencil may be on the way (there i go again, counting chickens before they hatch!), 2 small oils were commissioned, and the best part of all was seeing Bob and Florence! Sometimes, work just HAS to be put on hold when dear friends from the the past appear.

The second best thing was when Robin brought me a Dr. Pepper, but she sorta owed me because she ate my lunch. For me, the definition of a “starving artist” is one who is too busy working to eat. Wait! maybe the best part was seeing my mom yesterday! Or, was it when my sister and family surprised me today. In the current slang, it’s all good!