Voilà! My first nude! And what better way to start than with a nice, muscular male?
I am very pleased with the result but I have to say, this glazing process is really testing! I’ve mentioned before that there are certain stages of the painting process that I enjoy and certain stages that I don’t. Now that I’ve started layering and glazing, instead of painting alla prima, these stages have become much more pronounced and the feelings associated with them much stronger. I really enjoy the initial stages of creating an oil painting, that is to say getting the basic underpainting finished. There’s a very simple pleasure that comes from shaping forms in monochrome – unhindered by the worries associated with choosing the correct colours, I feel I can really enjoy the simplicity of building and modelling solid shapes using only light and shade. However, simple pleasures are often fleeting – the melting of a creamy chocolate in your mouth or the warm embrace of your evening bath – and the trials and tribulations quickly begin as I move on to paint my first glaze.
The first glaze over an underpainting leaves very little colour on the canvas. The dark areas of the monochrome underpainting often overpower the colour of the glaze meaning that the shaded areas of the underpainting remain a dark grey/green and only a little colour gathers itself in the white areas of the underpainting. It really is quite a disappointing sight. The colour sits there, weakly and pathetically. It stares at me through insipid eyes and tempts me, ‘Go on,’ it whispers, ‘throw me in the bin. You know you want to.’ And really really, I really really really do want to at this point. I’m faced with a dull, watery looking painting and it’s difficult to see how everything is going to end up okay.
Unfortunately, this feeling continues for the first few glazes. I really have to put the painting to one side as each layer dries and ignore it. I have to take it up again, quite dispassionately, and continue as if painting the next layer is simply a necessity, part of a routine. During these early layers I start to accentuate the form of the subject, so the painting does start to take shape. But it’s still far from what I’d hoped it to be. Indeed, at some points I think I’m never going to be able to complete the painting successfully and it crosses my mind several times that perhaps I should just throw it in the bin. At the end of the day, it’s difficult not to get carried away with my expectations, hopes and painterly ambitions.
It’s only when I reach the final two layers that I can start to see how the final painting will look. I can start to visualise the final outcome and start working towards the finished piece with a positive mindset. And, really, it’s only when I’m adding the finishing touches to a painting, bringing out the highlights and deepening the shadows, that I start to really like what I see before me. It’s only at this point that I can begin to judge the quality of the painting. And thankfully, at this point the trials and tribulations end and I’m filled with excitement. Extreme happiness laced with excitement. And after all the work and the doubts, this is more than enough to keep me painting and more than I need to help me enjoy creating art a little more each day.
N.B. Though not visible in the photograph, the painting above is executed on a 10″ x 14″ canvas with a very dark Prussian Blue background. Please see below for the original grisaille underpainting as discussed in my earlier post Layer Cake.











