Late night watercolor play. I resisted the urge to fill in the shapes completely, and outline. I added interest with a texture sheet. What do you think… unfinished, or rustic?
I have a handful of small paper scraps that need using. I have decided I need to paint fairly large. 6 x 6 to 12 x12 seems to be good for me. Maybe I should say my eyes and hands have made the decision for me. LOL. It’s getting harder to paint small details.
We’ve had perfect puffy clouds the last couple of days. I wanted to paint the sky.
Enjoying my small paper play. I hope you can find time for the things you enjoy this weekend.
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. E. E. Cummings
The sky is the limit. You never have the same experience twice. Frank McCourt
A gorgeous unexpected rainy day! Hooray! Takes more than a terrific camera to get a great shot. LOL. These are all slightly out of focus, my apologies. The colors were calling me. I guess I wasn’t paying close enough attention. Mingus has a cap of snow, behind the cloud cover.
Golden Light, 3 29 22. SMD
I love how everything can be shadowed and gray, and then the sun peeks out and highlights the hills, or electrifies raindrops. Simple treasures.
Dusty Hues and Rainbow, 3 29 22. SMD
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning how to dance in the rain. Vivian Greene.
I am putting some of my scraps to use. The flowers were late night play. I was inspired by our moody clouds today, and had fun trying to capture the moment. I think I know why saguaros are so often painted with curved arms. This one looks like a creature from outer space, or a weird desert cheerleader. Rah, rah, sis, boom, bah.
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. Maya Angelou.
