Plucked up my courage and set up for varnishing. I do it outside under cover of the carport. It has the best light by far, which means I’m able to catch any problems – dull spots, fur filaments, gnat wings – and fix it right away.
Here’s the painting, balanced on sawhorses. I have the Soluvar and brushes waiting on a stool. The ideal is to cover evenly and quickly, leaving no brush marks. I pour a thin drizzle of varnish and follow with a sort of basket weave of horizontal and vertical brushstrokes.
Here is the finished piece. I’ll be bringing it inside in another hour to finish dying.
Quoting Peter Schjeldahl – “Insiders used to gather at a vernissage—the term literally means varnishing—to watch sullen textures combust under the artist’s hand. It was a ritual transformation of private toil into public magic—or of matter into spirit, if one wanted to be moony about it.”