Tribute to Phil Hale, "They shot my pa"
Ah, the break. I have been busy. But that does not stop one's dreams! Or something romantically flawed like that... anyhow, I have been thinking. Yes, thinking. My thoughts read more or less thusly:
Phil Hale is sweet. That one painting he did was sweet. I wish I had a sweet painting like that one, which was sweet. Maybe I should do a tribute to his sweetness, in which I borrow much from his sugary skill to ice my very own artwork cake. All will be deliciously well within the art world. I also want cake.
I decided that my tribute would be damned big. And it would star cowboys. This is a preliminary sketch, where I got down some of the expression and figure, and a little bit of the value structure. It isn't near the contrast I want for the final, it is simply a sketch on tracing paper. I want the sunlight on the cowboy's back to be intense afternoon sun. The light on his face is reflection from the desert sand. Other than (maybe) some subtle buzzard shapes in the sky behind him, this is just as busy as the painting is getting. The hole in his chest may get bigger, I dono. I put this up to see what you guys thought.
Yes, my dad is the model for this. If this happened, I would totally go Silverado on someone's ass.