By W.R. Jones
This is a copy of a plein air painting by David Jonas. From watching him work I expect this small study was a demo painting for a class at the California Art Institute. It may have taken him 30 minutes to paint. He could paint really fast.
He has a great flair for color which I did not come near expressing in this copy. He paints rather loose so I thought I could do a loose copy. I figured I could do it in an hour. After all he had to translate a real scene into a simplified version, I was just copying.
So, four hours later, I was ready to throw in the towel and kick the dog out the window. Loose is not a synonym for inaccurate. I was doing inaccurate and doing it very slowly. And in the end after much struggling was unable to achieve the beautiful quality of his quick field study.
I cleaned up, had a drink, watched a little TV, wandered around the house, took off the shorts I was wearing and went to bed.
When I got up the next morning, Monday, I picked out some pants to wear to work and put them on. As I was slipping into the pants I noticed the shorts were COVERED in paint on the left cheek area. What the devil? How did that get there? After a few moments panic set in as I thought about all the places I had sat in the night before; the leather sofa, leather chair, edge of the bed, my office chair.
I went through the house and looked at every seating area – no paint anywhere. Very strange, but hey, I know how to count my blessings. As I was relating this story to a co-worker, she noticed I had paint on the cheek area of my pants. Are you kidding me???? I was not anywhere near paint with these pants. I thought it must be old dry paint from one of those times my wife told me not to paint in those good pants, but I ignored her.
My dry paint theory lasted until lunch when I went to my car and saw the matching color of paint on my car seats. Yes that is plural – I sat in the front and the back.
Well, it is a mystery to me. Don’t have any idea how that paint got around so well. However, I do know how that chocolate got on the front of my shirt; I spilled it.