So I was working on this little linen painting. Two days before, the head was a green blob. (Really thought I took an image of that) The face developed rapidly, and I was imagining that it would go the way of eave; maybe he was just some guy leaning against a tree, catching his breath. I didn't know why he was leaning into the tree so hard with his shoulder like that--I try not to question at this stage.
Anyways, still the same painting. I was photographing a lot of little work for the blog, and was being lazy (or efficient) by placing this painting on its side to photograph since the camera was already on its side in the horizontal position. I was immediately struck by how much more sense the image made. There's nothing like lying in the snow, feeling ice against your cheek. (Now that's a breather!) All that was lacking was some light and gravity.
With the paint still wet and the camera still on the tripod, I was compelled to make some quick changes. Okay, so it's a little colder and maybe a wholly more pessimistic image, but that's what happened. I may have to make more images of this situation to figure out what's going on.