Not that I am getting tired of ooey, gooey cold wax paint. I love it. It’s not that I am frustrated that all I have to do is look at the paint and it gets all over my clothes. Frosting cakes should be this easy. I don’t mind the turpentine smell, which is like inhaling pure creativity. What gets me is the drying time. I mean, it takes a whole week to dry! And even then it’s like working through the stages of grief: first stage is wet, second stage is sticky, third is tacky, fourth is cloudy, fifth is “Don’t try to polish it yet”, and sixth is “wow, it finally happened. I want a sandwich.”
I ask you, why did I go into encaustic in the first place?
Stating once more for the record: Wax isn’t just for breakfast anymore. You can use it hot or cold. You can use it hot AND cold, together in the same piece. I think of cold wax as a member of the family now, a cousin who shows up three or four times a year with pizza and beer. Really great to hang out with for an evening, lots of yucks. Then encaustic wax comes home from work, looking all luminous and dry, and I really want to put a lid on cold wax for a while.
But just to show how much there is to love about my cousin cold wax, here are some luscious snaps taken by The Theory. The medium recipe is the one I wrote about on Monday. To that translucent, silky-smooth butter, I added some oil paint:
What’s next? Sun-thickened linseed oil on Friday, aka better living through chemistry. But then I’m diving back into the studio to prove all those doubters wrong.