The First Poppy of the Season - Palette Knife Oil Sketch

I am committed to the palette knife for four more paintings.  Such a blend of agony and ecstasy I feel as the minutes pass and the knife feels more like an extension of my hand than a cement trowel.  I long for a brush, yet I know I will miss the knife when I set it aside.  This is not the experience I had expected.

There is a sense of line, a flow of the mark as the knife slices through the paint or slides along the edge of another color, carving out a petal, a whisper, the song of the wind testing the fragility of the poppy petals.  My hope is that what I am learning this week with the palette knife will carry over into the brushwork of next week’s paintings.