This weekend I bought some pastels. This is my first attempt at using them. I was not really trying to make a pretty picture, just seeing what could be done with these two mediums together. The source photo is shown below.
In the end the image reminds me of something by Albert Pinkham Ryder. As I was finishing it off I just took the charcoal and drew a thick, pitch black frame around it, which I will keep as part of the picture itself.
As you can see from the source photo below, this is the same image that featured in my earlier works, Edge of Camp, and Edge of Camp 2. I am actually pulling an Andrew Wyeth by repeatedly going back to this scene/theme, one that I pass on my daily walk. Just today I did another small oil painting of this scene, which I hope to post soon.
I love the feel of pitch black charcoal as it goes down on paper – an earthy, mat colour that I can get lost in. The darkness inside the textured colour asks questions of me. I always think of the poem by Charles Simic that I quoted in an earlier post, in which he writes about the darkness inside a stone. Here is the last of the three verses again:
I will end the same as I did in my earlier post: thanks to all of you who have encouraged me with follows, likes and positive comments. May the star charts on your inner walls lead you to your true self.