I intended to do a BIG, colorful bouquet of mixed flowers. Pink and greens and white and yellow. Flowers filling the page and flowing off of it. But then I started laying down petals with a dagger brush… and I let go of the plan. These spiky, delicate blooms were just too pretty to cover up. Or maybe I just had too much time invested. LOl. 🙂
There is more detail in the centers than shows up here. A rusty, loose base with indigo “seeds”. This is looking much too flat to me. I may go back in and add texture to the background, and deepen the indigo table.
Tomorrow I will share a collage of all 30 pieces I created this month. I will also share a collection of art created by all of the participants in this month’s creative challenge.
I hope you will stay tuned!
A goal is a DREAM with a deadline. Napoleon Hill
The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but in what he longs to attain. Kahlil Gibran
None of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful. Mother Teresa
I painted this last night. Reworked it today, not sure if it’s a save or a blotch.The original is below. Whaddya think?
The foreground obviously needed something. So I went in with a small brush. I had in mind that I would soften some edges. You can do that with watercolor on paper. On Yupo, rewetting is more like erasing. I used thicker paint. More pigment, less water. That helped a bit.
I really like this technique. I want to get better at it. This was painted using a credit (gift) card instead of a brush. You don’t have control, but you also get lots of happy accidents. 🙂
Every canvas is a journey all its own. Helen Frankenthaler
Two more days. Two more days?? Jiminy Cricket. That can’t be! Nahh!
The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread. William Wendt
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind. William Wordsworth