The thing I fell in love with in Georges Rouault's painting years ago was the way he outlined shapes in thick black lines. In desperation, that's what I tried in the last stages of this painting's revision.
The last time I worked on this painting, I ended up with a gentle, subdued result that I liked pretty well. But it didn't have enough pizazz, I decided finally, and so I tackled it again.
I added more color: cadmium red light, cadmium orange, cobalt teal. I darkened the pale brown with alizarin crimson and burnt umber. I also strengthened the whites and pale yellow, making everything much more in your face.
And then I dipped my brush in mars black, imagined I was Rouault, and went at it.
