After my last few paintings I wanted to paint something a bit less abstract. Looking through some old source photos I decided to have another go at this one. This is an abandoned diary farm building in Cullinan, South Africa. I used to drive past this every day on my way home, it is about a 100 metres down the road from the place where this painting’s source photo was taken.
The source photo is shown below. The spots in the sky show where I tested the value of my sky color on the photo. I was amazed how much lighter in value the sky was than I first thought. My first color mixture looked OK to me, but as you can see from the swatches on the photo, they were way too dark.
The last week has been one of the hardest ones for me this year. Back pain and fatigue stretch minutes at work into hours. The days are gray and moody, but when I am alone in my studio with my pictures and music – the rain falling softly on the low roof – I am joyous beyond words sometimes.
Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,— if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: “I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!” If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,— Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household? William Carlos Williams, “Danse Russe” from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams, Volume I, 1909-1939, edited by Christopher MacGowan. This copy from Poetry Foundation
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