Watercolor over crayon on the vases. Watercolor and pen for the blooms. Digital splatter on the 13th. The colors look more neon than they are in life. I am having too much fun with crayons. Warning of what’s to come. Haha.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail. Theodore Dreiser
Art is a pigment of your imagination. Darcy Gerdes
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers, and never succeeding. Marc Chagall
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.