saturday morning

It's Saturday morning, and I'm trying to get myself fully awake. This is difficult to do when you realize halfway through a mug of tea, that you've picked the really tasty rooibos tea with vanilla in it… which has no caffeine. I probably need to just make myself a cabinet with a timer lock, and then put all the decaf stuff in it, and set the timer to only unlock after 5 p.m., so that I can't do this to myself again. This makes mornings really hard.

The Caravaggio study is still drying, and I can't put anymore paint on top of it until that grisaille layer's dried. Not that I'd have learned that the hard way in attempts #1 and #2, or anything. Now to tackle the rest of the drawing homework, before I head to the studio, where I'll paint in the afternoon, and do the digital work at night.

Back to homework.

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caravaggio study, take 4...

Or 5? I forget.

This study will be the death of me. Or of the man with two silver earrings; right now, I'm not sure which. I've had to start completely over on a new canvas, and wipe canvas #2 three times. Maybe four -- I've lost count.

Here's the canvas so far, with just the main large darks laid in:

Notice the vestiges of the other versions. A closeup:

And what the bastard thing should look like when I'm done:

That's about how I feel after celebrating Beltane last night. Sick Bacchus, indeed. I woke up outside, the fire long since burned out, with a crick in my neck, and doumbek in hand. Then staggered upstairs to finish off the ritual properly.

Right. Back to it.

[EDIT] Here it is with the white laid in:

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