I’ve heard the marching chant often – “When do we want it?” “Now!” I internalize as meaning something before immediate, something that demands my response, similar to the wail of a newborn. During my internal travels this week, where deeply worn paths of immediacy are noticeable, alongside my restorative practices, I am reminded of these rallying-the-troop cries. Well, try shouting this at an exquisite impasto swipe of hansa yellow. Talk about being promptly escorted over to where the sun doesn’t shine, right next to the raw umber. Okay, maybe too much oil painter’s inside humour voice for pleasant company. But you get the idea. There are two basic approaches with oil paints. The first is to apply and keep applying while it is still wet. The second is to apply and wait for it to dry and then apply some more. This week’s ground on a large 60 X 40 inch canvas is in the second category.
In fact, there is a serious amount of waiting in this artist’s life. Take that gorgeous brand new hunk of beechwood easel, twenty years of contemplation before I said yes. If I had taken as much consideration with my first two marriages, there would be two less Canadian divorce statistics to count. My reasoning delaying the purchase of a new easel was that I had a perfectly good folding mast easel my parents gave me the year I graduated from high school….. and it wasn’t quite used up yet. I have to admit though that the easel had been repaired several times over the past forty years and was getting bit wobbly at the hinges. But still!
However, this next work finally tipped my scales of reasoning and I broke. My longing and desire forced open my hand from around a large wad of cash and the next thing I knew we are pulling up to the art supply store loading area.
The subject for this next canvas has been studied with regularity for about seven years. There is a particular “story telling” tree from one of our regular walks in Bennet Bay that shall grace this canvas. I know this arbutus tree in my bones. While I am putting down that red ground I begin curling around the shapes of its branches and trunks, bathed in golden winter light and pushing up against a cobalt afternoon sky. Fifty shades of green skitter across the garish lips of that stretched canvas. But wait. The ground must dry first. Yes, wait, and so must you.
The subject is worthy of the wait. I promise.
While we are waiting, how about taking in a coastal mountain view?
Or maybe you would prefer to sit with a charismatic tree out on the point?
Will this do while we wait?
What do you do while waiting for the symbolic paint in your life to dry?
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Creative Potager – Visit with painter and photographer Terrill Welch
From Mayne Island, British Columbia, Canada
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6 thoughts on “Worthy of Waiting for Paint to Dry”
While I am waiting for anything I READ…on my phone, on the tablet, billboards, signs, everything or I am still, still still and feel my breath from head to toes. I am a skilled waiting person. Though I may have waited too long to be my best person.
Your last sentence had me smiling Patricia and reminds me that our best person is an ideal we strive to be rather than an actual state of being. Having had the pleasure your company in person, I remember an alert attentiveness as you wait, listen. I felt heard even when I was silent. That is definitely the talents of a skilled waiting. All the best to you as always and a pleasure to be visiting with you here again Patricia!
Terrill — That beechwood easel is massive and stunning. I can well see why you finally said yes! I can only begin to imagine the gorgeous artwork that’s going to be birthed in its arms!
Well, let us hope something comes of such an investment Laurie. Next week when you are back in the library to catch up there shall be one of your favourite kinds of Creative Potager posts. See you then and all the best with your writing 🙂
Terrill — I found it this morning and LOVE it! 🙂
Thank you Laurie 🙂