I spent all summer painting a Red Fox.
It was on my easel for over two months waiting to be finished.
It took time.
I admire Red Fox.
I know they are ruthless killers, I know they are sneaky and will kill a whole chicken coop full of chickens for sport, but they are good parents, they are clever, they are survivors, communicate with each other beautifully, and yes they are gorgeous.
The Fox is an animal I paint and sketch often and have been fortunate to see them many times in person and to hear them more times, they make high yipping sounds when communicating with their young, very distinctive sounds they make.
The inspiration for this painting was another double exposure photo I had come across on Pintrest similar to the bear I painted last spring .
The same technique, same idea to create a painting of the photo my way.
Took me all summer,
my mind is willing and fingers surely know the way but my eyes will not co operate.
I can see small areas, painting bit by bit but
to take in large areas at a time is difficult, I just don't have enough peripheral vision now, its sort of like piecing a puzzle or like looking through a spy glass but I was determined to finish it and I did although it took time.
If you know me at all you know this is not my true nature, not at all.
In the past when a painting was on the easel it was finished quite quickly.
Having the luxury to be able to keep at something til complete has been wonderful all these years.
When the children were younger I painted when time allowed but even then completed projects in good time, most times continuing on until finished.
But more often than not I was driven by an image in my mind and off I would go, lost to all the world except that creation waiting to come alive on clean white canvas.
Things have changed now,
no longer do I paint big canvases,
no longer the frantic wild woman completely consumed by crazy painting binges, leaving paint smears and droplets all over, a trail of destruction in my wake.
It didn't come easy for me this change even as badly as I wanted to change it didn't come easy, it was a slow process, a bumpy road for sure but now I have to slowly plan and think things out,
placing each stroke with care and placement.
It's actually been a great lesson in patience, something I have been found to be sorely lacking in at times.
I spend more time painting in my dreams these days than I do in real life and in my dreams I make a mess and paint as free and as wildly as I please .
In my dreams the colors are so much brighter.
In my dreams I see perfectly.
But that's OK.
Nothing stays the same, everything changes, sometimes for the good and sometimes for the worse, as long the goods out weigh the bads all is well.
here he is,
sort of looks like he's floating doesn't he.
Its been so long since I joined Sunday Sketches, it feels good to be back.