"here's the deal............

Bear in mind I have no idea where this came from, as if I didn't have enough problems. I'm obviously a glutton for punishment.
But I mean this.
I'm making a painting. Nothing odd about that? Well, not just any painting. One of the high lord Morpheus. The king of dreams.....the Sandman. Now, I've done a few in my time. But this one is different: it's going to be my very last one. Ever. And, it's going to be the biggest, grandest, most detailed, perfect image of the Sandman I'm capable of. Not only that, but I'll be posting each and every days efforts here for you all to keep watch over. I'll also be keeping a running commentary as I go.
It's going to be two feet by four feet in size......and I'll be selling it.
It will be the final word on the subject from my imagination. I hope to see you here my friends........for no other reason than to bust my ass about it. Here we go..........."

Michael Zulli March 05.


 

Beginnings

 

Initial ideas are generally thrown out almost immediately.... but they generally point to other ideas. A very organic thing. The first idea composting for the second to grow in. this one is the first rough concept I came up with.
Obviously I needed to "warm up" heh.
At this point unless you honestly feel you're on to something.... the whole thing takes a hard left turn into the twilight zone. God knows what can pop out of my head when I go searching for images.

OK....... some fresh ideas....the arrangement is getting more interesting. Still "constipated" to an amazing degree though.
At this point I KNOW I'm on to something but Lord knows what.
The essential objects are mostly there just in a state of flux.
Now I'm hoping I can really pull something out of the darkness into the light.

Ah......now it's dawning on me.....the real idea is uncovered by my searching. A formal court portrait. Sir Joshua Reynolds meets Odeon Redon at James A.
McNeil Whistlers for lunch.
Not all there.....a bit of research to refresh my memory..... I haven't looked at rococo art in some time....old "sloshua" as the Pre- Raphs called him, is not really in huge favor these days. a shame really.....he did do some lovely things. The warm silvery light he could summon was nothing to sneeze at.
The chase is on!

Well......at last. The composition, at least the bare bones.
I'm happy with this....as far as it goes.
I'll have to detail it out further tomorrow. But....... I think I have it.

Hhmmm. I like the places this is going. At this stage, I dislike over drawing.
I want to keep things "possible".....the dialogue between creator and creation is still barely begun.

The next step is prepping the canvas...... I use various toned grounds. This one I think will be a warm silvery grey.
The undertone to influence the general color.
Z.

The canvas. Primed, ready and sitting on the easel. Get used to this approximate view.
There will be close-ups, but the most common perspective will be right about here. As I'm starting this, I'm also doing research on French and British high rococo art.......... particularly the work surrounding the courts of both countries.
Not so much that I want to copy anything, but rather that I'm aesthetically "bathing" in a style or period....... years ago I was very into this mannered and overblown style of painting.
This was the era of the true virtuoso...men who painted with astonishing verve and confidence.
I want to capture some of that feeling.

I'm painting a king after all .............

Z. Sunday. 8:45 am.

This is the most interesting stage for me, ...the time when I tape several sheets of paper to my canvas and begin the working composition. When this is finished, or when I’m satisfied with it, I will use it to establish the full image on the canvas directly. I often save working drawings like this for some time.....I enjoy the energy.
Z.
 


You may notice that I've not adhered to my "best" idea.......well, I changed the focus..... nothing more. Essentially the same only I mirrored the image slightly. It felt more comfortable that way. It may have something to do with being left-handed. I'm happy enough with this image to begin the process of getting it from the paper to the canvas. Usually I use a large sheet of vellum and black chalk to do this.

After that..... I rough in the background with chalk and fix it. When it's ready...... I either wait a while and return to see it with fresh eyes hoping to catch any oddness that I originally might have missed. Drawings aren't paintings; sometimes what works in one medium falls flat in another. I constantly check myself to see if I'm seeing correctly. I've been known to get nearly finished with something and suddenly realize I've blown the whole thing. Not a pretty sight. Bonfire time. Yup... I've burned them before. Anyway...... I'm happy as far as this goes..... I'll begin tomorrow I think.

Z.

 
   
 
 
 
 
 


Right then.......the drawings on the canvas, the pallets been cleaned.....oh, a word on my pallet. I use a table, roughly twenty-five inches high with a pane of glass on it as a pallet. It's easy to clean, cheap and allows me to have both hands free. I've used this for years. Generally I place white in the upper left corner and paynes gray in the lower left.
 
       
 
Warm colors on the right, cool ones on the left. As I start this piece I'll initially have only four colors on the glass: white, burnt umber, raw sienna, and dioxazine purple. Violet and it's complimentary are the basis of my pallet.

Well........as I'm feeling just a tad under the weather......bit of a cold methinks. I'll probably wait until morning to start....but one never knows. I just might get a wild hair up my ass to begin. Check back tomorrow. One way or the other.

Z.

 
 


Made a nice start today.... more was done, but I took photos a bit early due to inclement weather.... my light was going fast. At this stage I'm not terribly interested in details at all. I'm more into large masses of lights and darks that will define the painting as a whole, even after detail is overlaid on them.
 
 
   
 
The reason for a severely limited pallet is to avoid the mistake of getting waylaid be the color.....hence, an "underpainting" in a monotone that makes the statement the painting must make without the distraction if you will of color. Nearly all my oils start this way.... in fact, I've been so pleased by the underpainting on many pieces, I've stopped work at this stage, happy as a clam..... but not this one. Oh, now. Much more to come.

Well, am I boring you all yet? lol.

Z.

 
         
 



This piece of rough cloth, a few chemicals and oils etc.....it never ceases to amaze me how much alchemy happens when it's all brought together. It's so much more than the sum of its parts. At this stage honest to God, it really seems that it starts talking back......low, and haltingly at first, but slowly with more force and assurance......."do this here" a bit more yellow there"......I feel that I'm channelling something outside of my experience.

The lights and darks are starting to form patterns that hint at ideas as yet unknown and potential problems down the road. By and large, I'm happy and finding the going fun and instructive. But trouble looms. It always does. I've nearly got the whole canvas covered now.....tomorrow should bring a few surprises. Some, I suspect, not welcome. I'm only human.....and I'm currently taking major anti-biotics for a throat infection. I must be careful.
Z.

 
 
         
 


.....I made mention of vaguely formed disasters and odd problems looming in the future. Well let it be known: every work of art, no matter how we precise it as "perfect".....is nothing of the sort. I've told people quite plainly, "by rights I should only do one painting in my lifetime" it would still be flawed when I pass on.

We are all flawed.....

 
 
 

My work, as much as I love it, is also. I'm just being frank. Right now as the major design is sitting here starring me in the face I must attend to various problems inherent in the work......the success of the piece will be how well I do this. The "idea" was pure....the difficulty lies in "bringing it down' to tangible reality. I'm working now on the separation of the masses...this largely tonal. Cheats use line and color. But underneath, the world exists in shades of grey. This separates one thing from another....lines don't exist except as raw metaphors. This is not drawing....it's painting. The light needs ALOT of work.
Soon..........

Z.

 
         
 


Changes.

When working I can make many before I'm settled in my mind that I've done the idea justice. Today I confronted the piece and right off the bat; I decided to change the right hand. Make it less aggressive. To my mind the sandman only ran into trouble when he aggressively overstepped his role and interacted in mortal affairs. If he where to have a formal portrait done, (there are many unseen I'm sure) it would be a reflection of a monarch fully invested and relaxed with his station.

Hence, the hand change. The first one seemed to me to reflect bad psychology. I've also added a humble corn poppy to lower right. This in my personal symbol.

For those of you who know me personally, they'd know I'm an avid amateur gardener and the poppies are a favorite of mine. The humble "Flanders " poppy is my favorite. A symbol of dreams, desires, the unconscious and the afterlife. Along with the fact I find them sad in a way.......defiant and fragile.

 
 
 
Everything I want in my work. Well.......not so much the sad bit. Ok.......the basic underpainting is done. It needs to set a bit before I begin part two of this great, secret show........things get very interesting from here....at least until I get stuck or have my usual crisis of faith.

The artistic life.....what a joy.

Z.
 
 
 
 
We all must rest. That goes for paintings as well as us, people. Makers and the made. That's what's happening now.
For the next day or two.......my sandman will rest. Take time to dry, and set. The next time you see him.......well, it's be different to say the least.
While I'm letting the dream dream......I'll be working on the next graphic novel I'm doing with Neil......always something to do here at Chateau Zed. The next step will be what i call a "skin". a transparent layer or glaze of color that I'll work wet color into wet color. The painting will begin to manifest it's final tones.......the light will adjusted and refined. so much yet to do.
I bet you think it's not too bad now, right? Why, it's only a beginning.
Just wait......be sure to stop back, say, Friday afternoon.

Ok? Promise?

Z.

 
 
 
     
 


A small apology is in order here ...... I'm late for a variety of reasons.....illness, workload and house hunting will tend to do that.
But, never fear .........I'm back at it. So, here goes .......................
 
 
 
My basic pallet for this piece is fairly typical........ on the left: titanium white, terre verte, dioxozine purple and paynes grey,........on the right cadmium yellow deep, cadmium red medium, raw ocher, raw sienna, burnt umber. The first "skin" or all over color blocks have gone on, though I usually have more time when working on a piece this size to devote to it in larger chunks. The photos will show the painting is not as developed as I'd like at this point, but not to worry......it's not going anywhere just yet.......unless one of you fine, tasteful people out there are planning on buying it.

"I DO hope you're out there........" he said grinning mischievously.

Z.
 
         
 


Many of you might look at this and say" wow, how'd he finish it so fast!?"

Well, not so fast...........it's hardly finished at all. It's completely out of balance, the colors all wrong....... and the picture plans are all out of wack......MUCH needs to be done. What you see is only the bare bones of where I may go. That's really the point.... as maker and made converse, we try new roads to go down........old houses and barns to explore........secret coves of trees with old ruins in them.

 
 
 
We'll come to where we will end up when we get there. Right now, it's a matter of getting to the basic color blocks........ then I can go in and adjust and re-paint as new ideas form from old ones. Please stay with me during this process........ or, come back when it's over if you're emotionally agoraphobic .......I understand. But you might miss something nice.

Oh, a big hello to David....... and dear Fhionn. Thanks both of you.

Z.
 
 


You should all know at this point, that I'm moving my studio in the weeks or so coming.......there may well be brief interruptions in the flow of this little event. Please, stay with me here.
Ok.......here's what's happening......please be aware, what you're seeing is at least a day old, if not older.......I need a certain lead time when painting in oil. I'm not afraid to admit...I like working with a net. I'm crazy, not stupid.
 


 
 

The painting as it stands now is becoming a trifle more complex that I first thought it would be, but aren't they all? The "silvery" tones I'd originally planned on have given way to a much warmed, more romantic, less classical coloration. Though I'm having real trouble balancing the reds. But I think I have the solution for that. We'll see.

Z.
 
 
 


..... So sorry to be gone for so long, breaking down and setting up a truncated studio while I house hunt has been more of a job than I at first thought. Anyway.....to the deed at hand.

Problems, problems....paintings at this stage are nothing but. Every weird little quirk and strange little whatnot comes out of the woodwork......the background is not "dropping back" enough, the reds are too transparent, the hands articulate a bit funny........it's enough to drive you mad, really.

But, that's what I do.......beginning middle and end.
 
For every odd problem, something else falls into place......I think the trick is never give up if you honestly think it's worth doing in the first place. I've tackled much harder paintings. Quite realistically, it's coming along just fine. Judge for yourself.
Back soon........
Z.

PS: ......Sorry to try and keep you interested in this thing as it stands....... the changes daily are often so small it's difficult to show you properly.
Z.

 

 

I'm closing in on finishing this thing. The majority of
the work to be done is largely too small to photograph very
well, but I'll try. The last "shine" I put on was a warm
reddish-brown. I worked the color, both lights and darks
into this wet, tacky layer of transparent color to take
advantage of the same oil fat to lean ratio. Small details are starting to form images of their own
now.

Little wrinkles on the vest, reflected highlights on
his cheek.

Color balancing well now....... are you all saving up for this? It'll be ready sooner than you think!

Z.

Sorry for the delay in posting here..but both moving the studio and difficulty in photographing the Morpheus has slowed me down a bit.
You see, in the final stages of a painting I tend to use a lot of resin in the medium I use, namely "stand oil." It changes the paints structure into what is called "long paint". The very paint itself becomes more fluid and elastic, capturing more light. I honestly enjoy a working surface for it's own sake. For instance, the fur "cloak " to me is both lovely as a "cloak" and as paint in and of itself.
I'm very near to finishing and will be back here in the next day or two with the final fanfare and a completed image for you.
At that time I'll be open for bids on it.

Please if you're interested, be here.

I'm actually quite proud of it. I'd love to find it a good home.
Till then......

Z.

 

No photos today. I have my reasons, which I'll make clear soon enough. I'd like to take this time to say just a bit about painting. One of the few teachers I ever loved told me once, "any fool can start a painting, but it takes an artist to stop one. Trust me here, it can be a daunting task to look ones creation in the face and say "enough, go home." this as true a thing as I can say about the craft and practice of making paintings for a living.

The Last Morpheus is done. Finished as of yesterday afternoon. I've honestly said all I can say in his stance, dress, setting the light.......

I simply couldn't say more. Not without landing in some grey, twilight of endless re-workings, never ending noodle-ings, and ultimately.....
I'd have lost him. I gave it all I had.

Please, if you can, or even care....come back in twenty four hours or so and you will have an audience with a King.

Till then.

Much love to you all.

Oh! Before I stop, my thanks here in public to my friend Neil Gaiman ......without him this couldn't have happened.

Till later....

Z.

 
 
 
 
 
 

It's time for thank you's and some emotional closure. I need it desperately. The 'Sandman years' of my career are now over officially. I'll never again paint so complete portrait of the dear departed dream king. I may doodle one in your sketchbook at a convention someday, but shortly I'm leaving this phase of my life and art behind. I intend to be a different man, and a more acute artist.
The work I need to do is beyond those times and I must leave.

As of Wednesday the "Last "Morpheus" will be auctioned on ebay. I'll have a link to the auction on my site and hopefully Neil may post one also. The starting bid will be rather high, as I've already, behind the scenes, received firm bids. The price will reflect this out of respect for the kind ones who've made serious offers. I'll be honest here. I'm hoping for a personal best.

Now some thank you's. This I find particularly difficult as they are achingly sincere and I'm not by nature a public person.

Thank you first and foremost, Neil Gaiman. I simply can't say that strongly enough. When all deserted me, you didn't.

Thank you to my webmaster and friend David. You are the best.

Thank you Dear Fhionn......you've given me new life, I can never repay you.

Lastly, thank you to all of you who have supported, encouraged and even understood what I do. God bless each of you.

Till Wednesday then.......

With a light heart and some tears...

Michael Zulli, artist.

 
 
 
 
Well, here he is. I've done my best. It's up to you to see or reject it. I feel I'm in the midst of sympathetic people. There are as ever, loose ends. First, those of you who've written to me about the possibility of prints, well, sad to say, though I've got a big lawyer, Time Warner has bigger ones. So, no prints. Them's the facts y'all.

And finally, I'd like to say that the response I've garnered over this event has been nothing less than humbling. You people are, utterly and completely amazing.
I never expected the outpouring of love, understanding and expressions of joy to have flooded in as they have.

From the bottom of my heart.....bless you all.
So, who brought the cake?

Love,
M.Z.