I was a nineteen-year-old university student when I met Sally, a white-haired, bandana-wearing woman in her sixties. She was pursuing an MFA in painting. She was so exuberant about creating art that she inspired me to decide I would become an artist, too, once I came closer to retirement. Forty years later, it’s time. As I climb an intentional learning curve in art, I share these posts to keep myself accountable. May my efforts inspire others the way Sally inspired me.
Monday, August 31, 2020
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Yellow Rose
In the end, I was happy with the rose. Not so much the leaves, but the background window? Kinda okay. I'm learning.
Little Pleasures
Something really fun is gently tearing off the painter’s tape around the edges of a painting that I’m even half-way pleased with. That leaves a bright white half-inch edge all the way around, which provides a really nice contrast with the painting – giving it a frame of sorts. The satisfying sound of the tape giving up its grip, and that emerging crisp edge around a kinda sorta decent painting – there’s hardly anything else like it.
I think I can do better than this one, though. I lost the lights in the background and the lines on the yellow flowers are way too overstated. Stay tuned.
Friday, August 21, 2020
One More Time
Glowing Tree 8.5" x 10.5" Watercolor on Arches 100% cotton cold press |
Second try. Took a little more time with the drawing and made it larger. Still tried to control too much and made it too bright, dark, and dramatic. Once again, though, did capture the way that tree truly glows in the late afternoon. That's still something.
Friday, August 14, 2020
Painter with a Lead Foot
Glowing Tree
Watercolor, 5" x 10"
Arches 100% cotton cold press
Getting through this painting was like riding with a lead-foot driver who happened to be me.
I wanted to use the kind of quick, expressive strokes that I so admire in local artist David Savellano, but everything accelerated way too quickly. Suddenly it was all too bright and needed toning down in places. Then I had too many dark areas. Then I realize I'd left absolutely no white on the page, which in watercolor helps "tell the story," as they say. I lifted some paint here and then and started back in with more mark-making, unable to slow down and be judicious. Finally I slammed on the brakes, but it was too late: I'd overworked the painting -- the very thing I was trying to avoid.
However...I did capture the way those red flowers on the neighbor's tree have been glowing in late afternoon sunlight these past weeks. That's something.
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Garden Party
Friday, August 7, 2020
Don't Get Me Wrong, California
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