There’s a song about “The Old Gray Mare”. You’ve probably heard it. While I know how it goes, I don’t know the actual words. All I know are the words the “silly boys” sang to the tune back in grade school:
The old gray mare
She went down to Delaware
Pulled down her underwear
To see what was under there
Yes, boys will be boys. Admit it, guys, you sang lots of songs like this.
As you know, lately I’ve been studying oil painting techniques, and my assignment yesterday was to take a photo reference and use it to complete an underpainting to show the values.
I guess underpainting morphed into underpants in my warped brain, and underpants became underwear, and the next thing you know, I was singing “The Old Gray Mare”. So, I decided to put the old gal to work on my easel and use her as the subject for my assignment.
When finished, she’ll be standing in a grassy field with a blue sky above the horizon. My gray mare, by the way, is a tiny thing. I’m doing all my practice assignments on 5 x 7 canvas panels. They’re fairly inexpensive, and I quickly discovered I don’t like using them for landscapes.
This old gray mare was fun to underpaint…now, if only that confounded song would get out of my head!