She painted. Outside, the sun crossed the sky. Under the unchanging light, she painted and fought the difficulties. The impressionist method meant doing it all at once: light and dark, hue and chroma all balanced at once. Not like the academic method, with the monochrome under-painting that upheld the structure of light and dark so that color could be added as another layer of information. No, this was all at once, immersing oneself in the whole problem in one blow.
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Oh, love your descriptions. Nice six.
I gather this is a analogy – but an excellent one – never thought of painting like that – superb as usual
Beautiful description, and the imagery of immersing works so well.
I love the moodiness of this. Thanks for sharing!
I love the way these words hint at a turbulence in her soul. Great six.
I failed art school because of the darn brushes, meh! Great description (of something I can’t do), though! 🙂
Love this, it’s got a poetic feel to it.
Love, love, this! It’s deep, poetic, and moving. It says so much and does it powerfully. Great six!
This is a lovely and powerful analogy; a lot packed into these few moody sentences.
Beautiful, very descriptive, great six!
One small comment… if the sun is crossing the sky, the light wouldn’t be ‘unchanging’.
I love the descriptions, though 🙂
The window is north-facing, so from the painter’s point of view the light doesn’t change as dramatically as it would if it were facing east or west–though I notice now that I didn’t explicitly mention that. Notes for revision–thanks!.