Pellucid Brook, oil painting in process: Adding ethereal atmosphere In the background: Transparent Flake White + a Tad of Ultramarine Blue. The Misty Background is a zest-wash of “Transparent Flake White” (diluted in oil medium) + a tint of ultramarine blue. I glaze over background allowing details to show through. Note: The Hudson River School Artists were known to contrive luminosity with broad washes of diluted paint, time and time again, thinly applied over the background). Hence, the diluted tint should either be on the plus side (warm temperatures as conveyed by the effects of sunlight) usually yellow plus a little tint of crimson; or, in the minor (cold temperatures as tinged by the intervening bluish ether): flake-white which is not so opaque, with a tint of blue and crimson could create a convincing illusion of depth and expansiveness. Apply the diluted liquescent concoction over the background allowing details to show through. Wipe out any excess, and make sure shadows remain the strong bulwark of latter details. Flake-white could kill the strength of the color, but you can wipe out any excess with terpenoid or mineral spirit. Notice the hazy sky and dark greens are congenially reflected in the streams: darker areas are the bed-ground for lighter foliages, but also serpentine organic tentacles holding grasp jagged crags and cliffs, would all add to a wild world, pristine, and still under the sole domain of Mother Nature’s ever- blasting, uninterrupted, incessant creative potencies. Upon the dark areas, I would block-in with fine details. Painting a landscape is a thankless task, but a committed artist should never be saciated of Mother Nature’s amazing generosity. Therefore, if you have the patience of a saint, continue painting branches, leaves, twigs, shrubs, and splinters, galore, till the foreground has its full-fill of gladness. It would be ideal to arrange the flora like an unfolding row of successive things, one after the other, in tandem, and it should enhance the illusion of areal perspective. Once dried, with a tiny brush, completely drenched in oil medium (like Maxfield Parrish, zoom-in with an augmented glass) repaint tree’s autumnal leaves, however receding, work on stemming twigs and fork-tapering splinters against the transparent wash of flake-white plus a tint of ultramarine blue. Little by little, contrive to interposing and interlacing branches, splinters, leaves and bushes, in tandem, coming forward to the foreground. Keep in mind the three planes: foreground, middle-ground and background.
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Liszt - Sonata in B Minor - Marc‐André Hamelin - Live - 2013
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1yYesss! I like what you’re doing with the glaze.