I did a very turpentined turquoise wash over the panel I had for the second drowning love painting I was so excited to paint - but then realised I couldn't really use ink on the oil wash. After tracing, which was an agonisingly slow process this time, don't think I did a very good job and definitely made some errors - some parts don't make sense, like the boxes and perspective, but I didn't care anymore. I was determined to slap the paint down and solidify something, SOMETHING, even if it looks ugly. and it does. everything is so dead and solid, there is no usual watery ink guiding me and I feel challenged. I do want to go into the studio tomorrow and try the turpentine thing again on top of that base layer - that'll work, right? we'll see... so far I've been half-heartedly matching the colours to the original film still but that's been so boring and I think that reflects in what I've done so far. hopefully when I get into the details I can salvage it... I feel like in every painting there's something fighting me and one day I'll be defeated, but today is not that day.
