This will be the last painting I have to do for the book I'm working on. I finally figured out what I was doing wrong with the word processing program. It's too late for Christmas, but at least I'm making progress. The poem is called 'weeping for a crow'.
The clouds release their sorrw
in a scattering of snow,
like he's a cradle rocking,
weeping for a crow.
'weeping for a crow' #339 verse:21
As you can see, I haven't got very far, but 3 a.m. is as late as I want to stay up.
Painted the base coat of colour on the bones.
Close up. It's fun to paint bones.
Finished painting the skull. Started working on the left elbow. I like high contrast images. The text will be painted next. It's drawn in pencil, but it doesn't show up on this photo.
Added the dark crimson halo around the skeleton, and behind it. Not finished yet. How is it that every painting I work on is my favourite? Until the next one...
Another layer of paint on the bones. I didn't have time to do the skull. 3 a.m. is late enough.
I'm happy with the way it's going. I always want to finish, so I can see what it looks like.
Pink over the red background, text. Saving the crow for last.
Added a nest to the inside of the torso. A bit of light hit the canvas from the window.
Close-up of the nest.
Pink over the red background, with a few lines of red left as a design element. Not finished yet. I still have to do around the lettering, and paint the details on the crow.
Painted the pink around the text. That just leaves the crow to finish.
Changed the crow. Not sure if it's finished or not.
Close-up of the crow. One layer of blue on the black, I think it needs another one.