Today, after a gap of a couple of weeks and the gnawing feeling I might never paint again, I made myself start with a drawing of something close at hand--these sprouting bulbs. I started with pencil, then added some quick strokes of watercolor pencil and water, then a layer of watercolors with brush. It was all very rushed; I couldn't seem to make myself slow down and really see. After everything dried, I added black ink with my Sailor fountain pen with the calligraphic nib. That felt better. And then I added the words, and that felt even better.
Sometimes getting back on the horse is clumsy and awkward, but that's what it takes to stay on a learning curve. But now, as the sun wanes, it's time for some of that chicken soup.
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