This is the latest mess (19 x 19, hot press). Abner and I did this as a celebration of his naming, and because I had a hunch that I could not draw my way inside the garden walls. I'd done four separate rounds of drawing, and erased the entire surface all four times. So I just started painting. I finished the first round this evening, and immediately saw all sorts of things that made me get out the white acrylic to erase, and then the neon orange pencil to swipe at it. The image above was between the acrylic and the pencil. Next, the big puffy brush (no name yet) was brought out and lots of water all over with the new luscious rose paint and a little bit of green and ultramarine.
And voila (as Grenouille would say). A mess. But a mess with possibilities and nothing sacred anywhere. ("Precious" as one of my art professors used to call it - the little pretty thing that's too nice to paint over, and so it skews every decision after that - do yourself a favor and paint over it right away, that was his advice. Good advice, generally, in my experience.)
I have no idea what this will become. I'm still trying to get into the garden. (Surely there won't be Mr. MacGregor there, do you think?)