Standing there on the easel, four feet wide and two feet tall, I see a canvas heavy with wet oil paints. I stare at it contently. I'm happy with this painting. I'm happy with the way it looks, and with the way it makes me feel when I gaze upon it. I'm also delighted with the relatively short two months it took to paint it. What I'm not happy with is the long, minimum six month wait before I can even varnish it, much less consider it ready for framing and hanging.
Normally, I allow my paintings to become touch dry on the easel. I then move it aside to a safe location to dry completely, before returning it to the easel for varnish and round two of drying. A simple enough process, but alas, not this time.
We recently discovered that we would be moving interstate in April. A discovery we made when the painting was already 90% completed. Armed with this fresh knowledge, I set about hurrying to complete the painting in hopes that it would at least be moderately touch dry in a few weeks when we move.
Movers and wet oil paints are bound to be a combination resulting in a spectacular failure. In hopes of avoiding such a mess, I will endeavor to lay it flat in the back of the car, as our family drives from state to state, attempting to keep pace with a moving truck that presumably doesn't need to stop for the quantity of potty breaks and diaper changes that we will be making.
The moving truck will most certainly arrive long before we do, but hopefully, we will have a fun, joy filled trip, and will arrive healthy and safely, with an unblemished oil painting, slowly drying as it goes on its first multi-state tour.
Every day is an adventure.