Dennie, underpainting
OK, I started this painting at least two years ago. I hope it’s not another two before I finish it.
(So, I worked on the jersey a little.)

Did I mention that I’m a slow painter?
The Mother Ship Returns for Tootsie
Tootsie underpainting
Tootsie with background
Tootsie started…
I loved the way the sunshine hit her face as she was looking up.
As I was putting down the basic sketch, I was using pencil rather than charcoal, and was working in a more detailed way. Normally, I just throw down some charcoal lines and go, but I was kind of getting into it. This canvas is 20″ x 24″ – which is smaller than I’ve been working, and I was reminded of how much I loved doing smaller, more detailed work. I wanted to just sit and use tiny brushes and be anal. It also made me want to just draw, which I haven’t done in, um… years.
Tootsie is an awesome, happy little Pit Bull. Maybe it’s not so coincidental that I chose to start this at a time when McDonald’s issued a new ad saying that it’s safer to eat Chicken McNuggets than to pet a Pit Bull (which is, of course, completely ludicrous on so many levels).
Anyway, I’ll pet Toots any day over eating a box of toxic crap.
fun with experimentation…
So, in stepping up to the easel… one night I just suck, and the next I’m completely in the zone. I know that this is just how it is for all artists, but what is up with that?
Because I’m hiking or walking dogs all day, I paint at night. I also love NPR, so I often combine the two and listen to On Point or Terry Gross or the Moth Radio Hour or whatever is on. I love them (until BBC News comes on and I run to turn it off before I develop a facial tic).
The thing is, if you allow yourself to paint without any talking, your brain goes into this beta-mode kind of thing where it’s like a waking meditation. Hard to explain, but it’s like you have absolutely no conscious control over your thoughts, and they’re just below consciousness. I assume it has something to do with the left brain shutting down and allowing the right to kind of take over, but… I don’t know. I should probably dust off one of the books I have in the bookshelf dealing with creativity and the brain.
Anyway, I’m wondering if what I’m listening to is influencing my painting. Am I forcing my left brain to butt in when my right wants my whole head to itself? What if, instead of listening to a show on, say, some scientific theory, I have Verdi playing in the background? Hmm.
I’m sure Harvard has done some study on this, but I need to see for myself…
I’ll report back.
Me and Rup
Me and Rup, sketch
Clare, Finished ~ I think
I say finished, but really, it’s more a case of me needing to move on. I could spend an eternity on every painting, always seeing the details that were added wrong or differently than intended or perhaps never even added, at all. There is always a correction to be made, another brushstroke to be added. But these things will niggle at the insides of my brain in the deep of the night if I don’t just put them to rest.
There are certainly things that could be corrected or improved or added, here. And maybe I will… it’s not signed, yet. But for now, I need to focus on another painting.
Goodnight, Clare.







