The moment I took these photographs is the moment I should have stopped painting. But, I continued to lay down paint until last evening when I stepped back to observe and saw that my fisherman had disappeared; his soul was gone. I had over worked the painting to the point where it was no longer what it had been. So, this morning I plan to cover it all with white Gesso and start another piece. This is the only record of "Louisiana Fisherman". He will remain under whatever I paint on the board next. but I won't forget his face......
LESSON LEARNED: more often than not, a painting is finished before the artist is.......
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I soooooo loved him : (
And in his honor ... I leave this epitaph: "He was a strong man, full of pride and passion for his way of life on the water. He could not imagine himself working at the door of Walmart, .... so he too left....
Perfect!
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