The Journal of Rhiannon Black

Our model didn't show up a few weeks ago so Dan had us exchange portraits. Did an underpainting of Nick in umber. It was pretty good. Meant to get a picture of it but left the camera (and even the dumb phone) in the car. Oops. Nick worked on my portrait last Tuesday (there are problems, how do I count the ways). I worked again on Nick's portrait on Thursday. Showed it to Stacy this morning. "Who is that?" she asked. "Nick." "Yeah, I know Nick and you captured him. The nose is too long though." She's being kind, there's more that needs to be worked on than that, but it's not a bad start. Best start I've done, I think. I took my time with drawing/tone.

Cold weather really does slow the drying of paint.

I think Dan's supposed to be bad from Memphis tomorrow (I think it was Memphis). And I need to gesso a panel before class. And I need to find out about odorless mineral spirits and open containers during class. Because I thought it was an absolute no-no. I can't find it on the school's website and it should be there.

I did not get my alternate persona fleshed out and my research finished (really, I've only done preliminary research, wikipedia is my friend, but it shouldn't be my [almost] only friend) so no me hanging out teaching the masses at Hoggetowne this year. Next year. I promise. Next year. At least I have a name. I think.

Quote of the day: “We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion trying to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.” (A Great and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray)

Grey day, might rain.

Hands, though washed several times, are stained with charcoal. Next thing on list to add to art kit--fingernail brush. So I'll look like a dweeb post class (don't I always though?), at least I won't look like I have the plague, or something.
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