Oh man…I got up at 5pm, drank 4 cups of coffee, watched it turn into night within 30 minutes of getting up, laid on the couch looking at that damned black horse. I turned over and went back to sleep until 8pm, forced myself to get up and stay up. My eyes remained blurry and felt like paper cuts were in them, I made more coffee. Google images is the most excellent source for research. After searching black horses, red horses, white horses, painted horses, sketched horses, reared horses, horse’s heads and just about any aspect of a horse there is, I began painting over the black horse again.
It took about an hour to thinning cover him with white once more. I believe that canvas is going to be double its original weight! I have used 3-4 ounce bottles of white paint covering and recovering the 30 or so legs and maybe 12 heads and partial bodies…amazing. This time I covered him completely. Tonight I will paint the horse-period….to be continued…
It is 5am and the black horse’s base is done and he looks majestic! How it began was as usual, the brush tightly in my hand, afraid to be free but then I realized: If I make a mistake, I will just paint over it, it is not so hard…lolol. So here I am standing there, tired beyond tired looking at the massive space I have to paint him in. I start with the brush low, in my left hand (I am left-handed), at about the level of my ribs. I hold it with 2 fingers instead of my entire hand and let go! I let the brush go where it wanted to in a soft, flowing way up the hind quarter, to the rear, across the back and into the shoulder as far up as I could reach.
Standing there wobbling on my tiptoes, I let the brush drop and paint splashed all over. I stood back and looked at the frame of the black horse and was finally pleased. I cleaned up the mess and got on the step stool using the same technique for the head and neck. The head was not right, so I did it again, and again and again. I wanted the horse’s head down in a loyal, powerful pose. I had tried it up but he was too close to the locust ascending from the bottomless pit, they were eye to eye. I left the head off and took the canvases down to work on the detail of the body; thousands and thousands of swirls and texture highlighted in metallic blue.