Canvases Stretched While I Painted

I was in the lap of luxury today as

Richard, a local fellow, was employed in the arduous task of stretching canvases onto wood stretcher bars that a carpenter created.

Until now, I have been cutting, nailing, assembling and gesso-ing the canvases myself, so this was an enormous treat and allowed me to paint inside.

Richard stretching and stapling the canvases.

A tiny canvas made of the scraps of wood from the bigger stretcher bars.

Larger stretcher bars awaiting canvas.

Finished canvases awaiting gesso-ing.

Although Richard had never stretched canvas before, he was a quick learner and helped enormously today, putting two coats of gesso on the canvases.

Now I have plenty of canvases to play on and won’t have to worry about creating a masterpiece every time, a sure way not to do so.

Painting is groping in a dark room for the light switch, tripping over paint cans and oneself. This help with the setting up gives me a larger room to grope in, so to speak.

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