Services were held today, in my studio, for the young fella whose portrait I've been essaying. He certainly went through a lot of changes, occupying far-too many hours, while I slowly convinced myself that I didn't have the faintest idea what I was doing.
Some of you, out of charity, answered my pleas for help. As it turns out, you put your money on the wrong horse. But thank you!
About 4 o'clock today he was obliterated by a good coat of raw umber. Now he belongs to the ages, living in your memory, and in this photo.
What did I learn?
1. It's very salutary to get out of your daily routine from time to time, especially by trying something you know you can't do.
2. Trying to paint skin tones on a white canvas is crazy.
3. If I'd spent time on anatomy and on life classes, instead of gallivanting around, I'd be a third-rate portraitist nonetheless.
4. Next time I'll join some friends to paint from a model.
5. Without knowing how, one can easily slide from a contemporary subject into a head that looks, despite his garment, quite 18th century. Who knew?