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Work In Progress

Eucalyptus. Watercolor and gouache on Arches 140 lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2021 Sheila Delgado.
Eucalyptus. 12 x 12, Watercolor and gouache on Arches 140 lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2021 Sheila Delgado.

Experimental. Exhausting. Lacking.

I can’t help but feel this is still in need of… something. First layers in Inktense. Splotches, daubs and puddles. Days of contemplation. Watercolor glazing that became layer after layer. More splotches. More consideration. Days became a week. A week and a half.

I reminded myself it is only paint, and sat down to finish. Gouache thinned to reveal previous layers, for the vase. Thick layers of gouache for the greens. Blues. Blue-greens.

Painting propped up across the room. More thinking.

Happy June y’all!

Days 27 of 30

Day 27, 8 x 8 watercolor on Arches 140 lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.
Day 27, 8 x 8 watercolor on Arches 140 lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.

Maybe I should call this mellow yellow. Haha. Catching up. One more to do for today.

Color directly influences the soul.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers,
the soul is the piano with many strings.
The artist is the hand that plays,
touching one key or another purposively,
to cause vibrations in the soul.
Wassily Kandinsky

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue – that blue that will always be there as it is now
after all man’s destruction is finished.
Georgia O’Keeffe

Catching Up, Days 13 & 14 of 30

Day 13, 5 x 7, watercolor on paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.
Day 13, 5 x 7, watercolor on paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.
Day 14, 5 x 7, watercolor on paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.
Day 14, 5 x 7, watercolor on paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.

Just a couple of quick sketches. Thank you, Christine! Your sketchbook saved the day. 🙂 This was NOT the bleed proof pen, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that out.

There is unspeakable beauty and potential
to be found in nature. It entices me and is
an invitation I just have to accept.
Jil Ashton-Leigh

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Emily Bronte