Even though it is probably limestone and subject to constant change, I think of my cliff as “Rock of Ages” and get all fluttery whenever we paddle past it. So during that workshop I hauled out my reference shot and a cradled wood panel and went for it.
Working impasto is a bit like mud wrestling — sloppy but fun as hell (I imagine…). You load up the knife with a pile of pigment and toggle back and forth between control and chaos. Woo Hoo!
A hunk of my ancient wisdom rests on the knowledge that everything has its price. To start, this love child cost me a good pair of leather gloves because there was half a pound of quicksilver pigment on her by end of the day and I had to get her home. And while I may have noticed that I had used ten times the usual amount of pigment, I failed to translate that into drying time, especially when there is no alkyd to speed up the process. Good luck trying to find a dust-free dog-hair-free storage around here these days! Three weeks later, the surface is dry to the touch but I imagine that centuries will pass before the painting dries thoroughly.
Don’t care. This was too much fun to miss. And if we ever decide to clone Theodore, there is a mother lode of hair to work with.