…Oh I love trees, anyone that knows me knows that I absolutely love trees.
And I played a bit with the watercolours and trees, just watching the water flow in any direction.
I didn’t want a lot of detail or individual leaves, just a suggestion of branches and leaves was what I was aiming at. So I didn’t paint every leaf, and didn’t stay close to my reference picture. I never do stay close to my reference picture. Wetting the paper first, then carefully dropping colour here and there.
The dancing palm trees were my favourite
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don’t see what goes on underground – as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don’t see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree. Joyce Meyer
If being near water is good for you…leads your brain to open, more open means more inspired and creative. Helps you relax, by switching off from everyday stress….well then painting water should be just as relaxing and good for you. Right?
Yes, sort of. Except I felt like a kid colouring-in out of lines. I tried to get some detail down and again the quality of the paper and water colour did not help me at all. So smudging and running out of the lines seemed to be the new normal. The result was a bit messy and not as relaxing as I though it would be.
This one was sort of ok, even for me. The little boat is a bit smudged too, but better than the fish experience. And it did leave me feeling a bit peaceful and calm just the whole background and wet wash made it look quite tranquil.
Then for fun, I used coarse sea salt on a wet wash. It was a fun experiment.
About learning to breathe, well you’d think that was a natural thing we don’t need to think about it, we just do it. Like when my blood pressure was a bit high and the doctor said I must relax more.
No!! It is not that simple. Watercolour painting made me think a bit about this.
Try and clear my mind of everything I know about oil painting, try and clear my mind of everything that happened during the day. Just breathe slowly and go with the flow, follow the beautiful colourful water spreading on the paper. Forget about the canvas and oils.
So there I was trying to lower my blood pressure…
At this point my paper actually tore when I was removing the masking fluid, this is not watercolour paper so I it was difficult to get a good result.
But hey I kept trying and just did little things to learn new techniques.
Patience is a person’s ability to wait for something or to endure something tedious…like watching paint dry.
I have been painting for a few years and in all this time I have only once painted a watercolour. I must be honest that when I look at it I can see my pieces and I can see all the large ones that my then teacher painted for me. So although I remember it has being hard and frustrating I do also remember that it is a very beautiful and rewarding art form.
After my Frida, I decided to play with watercolours. It really was playing, watching the water spread and dry and just seeing where it would go.
The paper is not watercolour quality it was just a normal sketch pad and the paints were an old school set. So of course the quality is affected quite a lot by these two being inferior and then there’s me!
Impatient, thinking and painting as if I was holding an oil brush in my hand and trying to mix watercolours as if they were oils.
So needless to say some times it was frustrating but it did teach me to breathe….inhale and exhale, S L O W L Y …Sometimes I just scribbled with the brush ♥
Oh Frida. I admire her for her bravery, she displayed her pain and frustrations openly, she was troubled and criticised most of her life. Such a uniquely beautiful woman. So I attempted to paint this art icon. I know this is nothing like Frida not even close, but it was fun to paint her and while I painted I read about her life in an attempt to get to know a bit about this extraordinary woman.
“Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.” – Frida Kahlo