Remember back in January of 2016 when I painted 30 canvases in 30 days and killed six or seven innocent paint brushes and consumed the body weight of a surly, obese lap dog in frozen pizza and then auctioned the paintings for charity, after which, I cried into a stack of pizza boxes for like a day because I was so tired and happy and tired? Yeah, I have spotty memories of that month myself, but I do distinctly remember painting this flying trout canvas, which I called “Truitonne,” because I never dreamed I would have so much fun painting a fish:
Bonsoir! Je m’apparel Truitonne. In the auction for the charities, “Truitonne” proved surprisingly popular, and after the auction ended, someone contacted me about making a much larger version.
Since I had (quite literally) four times the amount of space, I decided to get fancy and include the diamond pattern found in the skin of river trouts.
By this point, I was liking the diamonds but really needing them to be blendier. Subtler. Less obviouser. You see what I’m saying.
In pursuit of subtlety, I spent hours adding layers upon layers of glaze, in the process of which, I convinced myself that the trout definitely wasn’t getting too dark vis a vis the original. Nope, not too dark. Just fine with the darkness. Stop obsessing about the dark and go to bed.
I got up in the morning, looked at the canvas, and screamed. It was absolutely too dark. In the process of lightening it, of course, I almost lost the diamonds. And so it goes.
After many more hours, I found the lightness-to-diamonds balance every girl dreams about, at which point, I moved on to the carriage.
This was shot at about 4:30 in the morning, when my interior dialogue sounded like this. “I CANNOT PAINT ONE MORE CIRCLE.” “Oh, stop being melodramatic. Yes, you can.” “I WILL THROW MYSELF INTO A FIERY PIT FILLED WITH FLAMMABLE PAJAMAS IF I HAVE TO PAINT ONE MORE CIRCLE.” “You are not making this easier. Be quiet.”
At 6:00 this morning, this is how far I’d gotten. There’s a lot left to do, those pits of pajamas don’t set themselves on fire. A girl’s gotta multi-task.