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.
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 ♥
Snow, sleet, whatever it was, it doesn’t matter at all!
Tuesday the seventh of August, two thousand and twelve is for us a day to remember as the day it snowed in Johannesburg. And other cities and provinces in South Africa.
This is so normal and boring for some of our friends and relatives in the northern hemisphere. They are tired of shoveling it and they hate the white sh1t (sorry, I believe some people call it that)
But here it is a very unusual sight. It’s amazing what a little snow can do to us Africans 🙂 For a few hours it kept us in suspense and total excitement as we kept looking out the office windows and waiting. When we finally started seeing the flakes floating down past the 8th floor we all stormed out the building – to go and play a bit. Or at least to laugh and take some photos. So it really doesn’t matter if it wasn’t real snow, if didn’t fall in large buckets and last for days on end, no one cares. All we care about is that our roads and surroundings did turn white for a while as little flakes fell down. It was cold, but it was lots of fun to be outside and this little bit of snow was enough to make us all very happy.
Starting to pile up…
Staff working hard? 😀
YOU taking a photo of ME taking a photo of you
Taken from the 8th floor window
Giggling school girls
What fun it was!