I hated it. I worked all day yesterday resolving issues on a painting I hated. Why? It wasn’t painterly. Even before my first cup of coffee I had paintbrush in hand.
It boiled down to marks and edges. I was overly focused on larger shapes rather than the smaller shapes that made up the larger shapes. There was little to none when it came to variation of edges. I had not orchestrated the transitions between shapes allowing for subtleties of rhythm. Darkening the value of the bottom right corner helped. I’m still not crazy about the results, but I feel more confident that I will stay aware of painterly transitions when I set up my easel today. Maybe I’ll tackle the cornfield!
If I feel the urge to go back into this one again, I’ll scrape it off instead.
I am much happier with the marks.
Painting, 10.5″ x 18″ oil on wood panel, en plain air landscape