A big part of the pleasure of plain air painting is that you get to look at something beautiful for a long time, much longer than you would otherwise. If the painting works out, it’s a bonus. I seem to be developing the habit of doing multiple versions #watercolor #pleinair

Things I’ve learned today: use nonstaining pigments for under-painting, wait until it’s totally dry before doing straight lines, swatch value not just color, and I gotta learn some technique to give the impression of buildings on hills.

Thing I learned again that I keep learning: big fussy painting with tons of details that take a lot of time are rarely as good as quick, gestural painting executed spontaneously. BUT I have to do the fussy one first and then the breezy one second to somehow get the shapes out.

It’s paradoxical and someone looking at the paintings might thing the one done last was the initial sketch. Typing this, I realize this is an exact corollary to my writing process. Long, wordy, detailed first drafts with messy structure. Each draft simpler and more organized.
Final drafts, the ones I’m most pleased with, so simple and easy it seems like I just thought of them spontaneously. And indeed I often do. I write pages and pages. Then I revise. Then I throw it all away and “spontaneously” produce the perfect text.
Anytime someone asks how to write faster I’m like I have no fucking clue. I am incredibly slow. I have never found a way to be faster. I have got better though. My first drafts are still generally bad, though I can imagine my bad draft could be another person’s good enough draft.