Who is the Father / Who is the Child?
Fathers' Day Observation: We parents learn from and are changed by our children. Evidence of this crops up all the time but somehow when it does I'm always a little surprised.
The photo above is what greeted me as I walked into my studio this morning. On the right is my painting from 2019, The Dawn, oil on panel, 18 x 36 inches. It's a view inspired by the coast of Maine.
I was very happy with it. Enough so that I resolved to recreate it on a more grand scale.
I figured it would be a simple enough job to work up the smaller oils basic composition on the 56 inch canvas at the left. It's at times like this when you think you know where you're going that painting delights in telling you "Not so fast."
One evening last week I glanced at the paintings on the two easels in the mirror I keep in my studio. Unexpectedly it struck me that I much preferred the lighter tones in the sky and water in the unfinished larger canvas. Before making any radical changes I decided to sleep on it. But the next morning my observation still held. So now I'm jumping back into the earlier painting I had thought was done, lightening up large passages in it.
My 56 inch canvas isn't finished. But resembles a big awkward teenager who has a lot to say. Like many children I have known, it had something to teach old dad over on the other easel.