Because it’s been intemperately pouring with rain here in Southern California, lovely Amelia’s too wet to paint today unless I work around the figure and deal with the background. When the air is full of moisture paint takes much longer to dry, even with a siccative medium like Graham’s Walnut Alkyd in it.
I’m rethinking where Amelia is situated, based on the completely random layout of the primer coat of burnt sienna (the lovely orange brown) Doesn’t it feel as though she’s within a cavern that has been carved from the living rock? If I go this way, she’s the spirit of air who has entered deep into the earth to pursue the light.
Where’s the water?