Here she is! After much ado, my first Bossy Little Corgi painting!
Bossy Little Corgi
- mixed media (acrylic, paper collage, pencil, marker) on 100 lb journal paper
- digitally scanned with an Epson Perfection V600
- stitched together in Photoshop Elements
She is my first painted Bossy Little Corgi. All others have been in graphite pencil.
Before you get to thinking that I know what the heck I’m doing (which I don’t), I have to tell you that I’m just learning how to paint, while at the same time learning how to draw.
This is only my second completed painting ever, aside from some art journal pages. (I’ll share that first painting with you soon. Think kitties!)
Here is what I learned while painting her:
- Color is magical.
- In painting with acrylics, the equivalent of erasing is… adding more paint.
- If you keep your paintbrush almost dry when you add paint, you get a totally different effect than a wet brush. Who knew?
- Highlights don’t have to be white. They can be any color you want.
- When you start with a pencil drawing, the final painting will come out very different from the drawing… and that is really okay.
- The colors in the painting are more brilliant than are shown on the screen, which tells me that scanning is its own art form. It’s time for me to get good at it.
Chromophobia: The Fear of Bright Colors, a.k.a., The Fear of Slinging Bright Colors Where Bright Colors Ought Not to Be
I have been scared of paint in the past (come on, who’s not scared of a little paint?) because paint feels so permanent. In other words, if you make a mistake, it’ll be on your permanent record. (Cue terrifying music.)
In painting this Bossy Little Corgi, I learned that that is not true. Paint is not actually permanent (and neither are records). Paint can be painted over.
My fear is vanquished!
But another one has risen in its stead:
The fear of the wild.
Paint brings a wildness that a pencil just can’t. Paint mooshes. It gooshes. It smooshes across a page. It is chaos in a tube. It is color just waiting to explode.
And oh, how it has exploded on me!
I wanted this painting to be controlled. I wanted this corgi to be just like her original drawing, but in color.
This is the original drawing, done in mechanical pencil and lovely, lovely, sweet, and forgiving eraser.
As you can see, the drawing and the painting are completely different beings.
I’m in love with the little corgi in the drawing, just like I’m in love with the painting, but I discovered that they are two different pieces of art, and the character expressed in each of them is unique.
They’re cousins, maybe, but they’re sure not from the same corgi litter.
I have now learned this: In the context of creating a painting, the drawing is simply a starting point, a little guide that tells me where the brush should first touch the paper.
And then it all takes off from there.
So I’ve decided not to be such a control freak about art, and especially about paint.
(Even though I really, really want to be a control freak about, well, everything.)
I lost a little control while painting last week. Not much, but some. And in the process I gained a gorgeous little dog whom I will always love as my first painted corgi.
Love love love love love!
P.S. I think, in my next painting adventure, I will learn how to sign my work. None of the drawings I’ve posted has been signed, nor has this corgi painting (except for the digital addition of my website address).
To be honest, signing my work kind of scares me. Is there a special Latin name for the fear of signatures? Autographobia?