I celebrated the end of “crazy week” (too much driving, too many demands!) by starting to crank out some more corn paintings. Thursday I’d stopped at Meijer’s to find a couple ears of sweet corn with that “fresh from the field look”. Instead, all they had were nasty-looking — brown and shriveled. Some woman was rifling through the pile, ripping the husks off, examining the kernels for shrinkage. But never mind — I can fake things a bit (up to a point).
All three paintings were from that same ear of corn. I yanked the husk back a little more for each painting and turned it slightly. Every so often I’d leave my brush in the turpentine can and dash out to adjust the water sprinkler. We’ve had a very dry week and my flowers were looking sad and wilted. Walking away from a painting is a good thing, anyway. You come back in with “fresh eyes” and instantly see what’s wrong.
One ear of corn remains in the fridge. I tossed the used ear into the compost pile – a gift for the raccoon. Hoping to do a corn-painting-marathon today. And don’t worry — the backgrounds will all be white.