My insomnia was horrible last night. I think it was a combination of the anxiety of having to go to work on Monday and the cabbage. He took me out for breakfast on the river (absolutely beautiful) before the amateur St. Patrick’s day drinkers woke and the church attendees adjourned. So we enjoyed a quiet meal. He actually asked about my writing and painting and wanted to know more and was looking through the social media accounts I set up. It was encouraging and so was he.
This little guy happened because I got angry with how he was turning out then I fell in love with the happy little bird. I worked with wet on wet and bleeding techniques. That’s when I noticed that the water was building up and not bleeding anymore. So I slid the notebook-OK I flung it, and this splatter (I guess is what you call it happened) and after a bit of research and stealing the straw out of my husband’s drink I duplicated it! This little guy makes me happy. Will try this with other animals.
This little guy was me attempting white space and fewer colors. I decided that I need to practice this more just by basically loosening up a bit more and relaxing. It’s watercolor painting, not surgery.
This little guy was just experimenting with a water bottle and bleeding. But What I have noticed at the end of my exercises that I am developing a sort of style, something I can’t NOT do. That’s adding details either with my brush pens, gel pens, or micron pens.
So, loosen up, patience, practice, and have fun. Those are my goals in watercolor painting.