This oil painting of a house is beginning to get fun. Heh heh, heehee, I’m a house painter.

The hills in the background are looking good, but I’m still not quite sure about Comb Rocks.

No worries. I’ll just step out of the studio and look at them. “Comb Rocks” – as in the shape of a rooster’s comb. The photo doesn’t begin to show the beautiful colors, both in my yard and to the right of Comb Rocks. Can you pick out the patch of poppies? It is now April, and the poppies began in February!

The light is completely different from how it will be appear in the painting, but I can see the shapes, which are obscured in my photos.

Better. More detail and better shadows .

Now I am feeling a little bit stuck again, so I’ll tinker with the roofline and parts of the house, along with some of the shrubbery in the front.

I’m not sure what I’m doing here . . . just keep adding paint, layering, tightening up the shapes, fiddling with color, adding detail to the parts that seem to have enough paint on them. . . “scruffling” is what my English friend calls this approach.

I call it “oil painting”. Someday, if I live long enough, I’ll tackle this sort of painting with the same confident one-two-three approach that I have with pencils.

At the end of the day, I wanted to do something that comes a little easier for me. So, I finished both of the pomegranate paintings. I hope you can see the difference in detailing from the top two paintings to the bottom four.

I remember when that sort of painting was hard. Growth is good (unless you are a cancer cell.)