Sunday, March 27, 2011
Got up this morning thinking I'd aggravate myself with watercolor. I had divided the 140lb. cold press paper I bought a few weeks ago weeks ago by tearing it. I like deckled edges. It had been sitting on the bar ever since waiting for what I would consider worthy of such nice paper. Today,I decided not to save it for a special occasion, for who can predict when one would come along? Today could be it for all I knew? But most likely not. The medium is too new to me.
Honey was a little miffed. I set up shop at his spot at the peninsula in the kitchen right where he eats breakfast. But he didn't have to pout for long,for I made a mess of it in a splash. Rinsed the paper off under the faucet and set it aside till I had my coffee. Then I began again.
And again. What you see was my third try.
One thing I have discovered over this year of painting is that I like to go right at it with no preliminary drawing. See I don't care if the subject is recognizable to anyone but me. I want the essence. To me, painting is about paint and color; the subject should be just a place to start. I woke up thinking this and I'm writing it now, but I have not been doing this all year--not with Winter, not with Mice, not with any of the Woods paintings, not with Closet. I've still been drawing, the one medium I wanted to get away from for a while. I'm still holding onto the need to delineate and define the subject. Just paint, no pencils, no pastels, just paint was my plan when I got out of bed.
My paint-on approach to Spider Mums was suggested in an excellent book:
A Passion for Water Color, Painting the Inner Experience by Stefan Draughon. I think I've written about it before, but the book is worth another mention. It's one of the books I keep close.