The weather was stunning last week, which made it difficult to focus on work. Trail Guy invited me to go enjoy the great outdoors with him, so I spent 2 hours doing non-work. Then I dove back into my show prep.
First, I chose photos for Arts Visalia to use for publicity. They requested 4; I chose 12. Oops.
Then I worked on the artist statement, which I streamlined a bit more (thank you, Blog Reader Sharon!)
Next, I filled out the contract. Seems a little bit out of order, but maybe they know that I am a woman of my word.
Finally, I painted.

These big boys are a little cumbersome to move around and store while wet.
Finally, I decided this smaller one is finished, no more messing around.

You may breathe easier, seeing that I didn’t put this Sequoia oil painting in the dumpster.





























The background will only need one more pass of detailing. There is still quite a bit of work left, which was puzzling to me. Why is this painting taking me so long? It feels as if I should be covering more territory in each painting session, but instead, I am inching along.






Then the requested time frame to receive the finished painting shrunk. People who don’t paint don’t know how long it takes for oil to dry; people who do paint don’t really know either but realize it isn’t an overnight situation. People who live in cities don’t know how long it takes for giant blank canvases to get shipped; people who don’t live in cities don’t really know either, but understand that time must be built in for snafus.
Necessity is the mother of invention and being innovative is part of living rurally. I decided that this unfinished summer scene could be converted to winter, because there isn’t enough time to wait for a new canvas to arrive.