I painted a watercolor called “Baby Dog Highchair” a few months ago, an abstraction based on the interaction between my granddaughter and two dogs during meal times. Judy and I spent a month in northeastern Tennessee sharing an Airbnb with my daughter’s family. I had plenty of time to watch the dogs clustering near Ava’s high chair during and after meals. She dropped bounty from above to canine sycophants below.
I was fairly happy with the first painting but wondered whether I could get more out of the subject. I started an oil variation two months ago. I finished it earlier this week after struggling to resolve patterns of shapes and colors into a rhythmic whole.
When I look at the two paintings, I can see changes in palette and composition. The watercolor adhered more faithfully to the colors of our surroundings at the rental. The oil digresses into sharper contrasts in color and tone. The second painting’s greater complexity and variety in textures shows the flexibility of oil and the opportunities the medium gives to reconsider and revise.
I also notice that the watercolor gives me a happier, lighter feeling. The oil looks more brooding. The flying bits of food debris in the latter are playful, but the darker gray colors create an almost ominous vibe. It could be that a change in surroundings affected the creative process when I worked on the oil. I didn’t have daily exposure to a carefree baby to brighten my mood, and anxieties associated with the recent presidential election and concurrent Covid spike may have crept into the paint.