Getting a model up off a table top, especially if it’s a living thing, is fun.
It’s slightly less fun to watch the color fade and the leaves curl as I work. Makes me grateful for classical training. It takes flexibility to learn what the Victorians meant by “paint in a broad manner” and their grandsons, my teachers by “don’t just paint the object, but paint the air around the object, too.”
I’ve got another bough stuck upside down in a Mason jar of water that may retain some color for tomorrow’s session, but I’m not counting on it. I mixed up a local color as part of a string from shadow to highlight. It mostly matched, so that’s what I’m going with tomorrow.
Art lets one test one’s logic by one’s senses.