It is 2:03 a.m. I am up early. Went to bed around 6:45 p.m. and now am wide awake. I lie in bed thinking about oil pastel painting until the desire rose so much in me that I needed to get up, retrieve my oil pastels from the front room downstairs and paint.
I decided on a single pear on 5.5″x 8″ size watercolor paper. It was what I had close by. Using a plastic pear, I drew the outline with a cheap colored pencil. It was cheap because it didn’t lay down a lot of color. The pencil etched the outline of the pear. Either way, I had an outline and chose progressively darker colors as I brought the image of a pear to life. I think I should have done the opposite. Working from dark to light in order to bring out more contrast in the painting.
I’m not sure how long it took me to build up the colors of the pear. I was lost in the moment. It felt really good to focus all my energy on producing as accurate an image of the plastic pear. Well, as accurate as my skill level allowed.
It is a hard thing getting my artistic muscles working again. And I thought writing was hard. It is, but it is worth it. How many times can I say it in a sentence. Uh, three. Okay, so I’m getting slap happy and need to go back to bed. Good night all. Thank you for reading.