Black Uniball pen and muted watercolors in my Hobonichi planner. Random explorations with color and line.
There is a sense of play that mark making provides. It frees up expectations and allows the hand and mind to wander together on a page.
Sketching with a Brause 66EF nib
I was inspired by our walk Sunday through Wekiva Springs State Park where the vegetation was showing much decay from the frosts we have had this winter. It is a transition we are used to here in Florida… the winter turns most of the tropicals into mushy pools of brown, but there is beauty in the turning towards spring.
This walnut ink color is rich and warm, and I enjoyed trying to capture some of the beauty found in our Florida winter season. I used a walnut ink that I mixed myself and a Brause 66 EF nib in a straight holder. The paper is an insert by the Traveler’s Company in Japan (Midori).
Soon, all of Florida will be green again, so I’m going to enjoy this color variety while it is here.
Small works in oils
It was a good day for the small works projects–I managed to add some more to each of these oil paintings.
Working in oils takes more time to allow for drying, but I enjoy everything about the texture of painting alla prima with oils. I often work in acrylics and watercolors in between the oils–it gives my creative brain a different outlet and keeps my skills expanding in other mediums.
Layers of transparent paint create interesting…
transparent light stories,
the magic of watercolor…
Finished painting is available on Etsy… have a beautiful Tuesday. 🙂
The beginning of a contemporary abstract painting…
Yesterday I was reorganizing the studio, going out to look at art supplies, and generally not painting anything at all. Some days you just can’t force the process–even with a painting deadline on the horizon. An artist learns to trust that ideas will happen only when the time is right…
But this morning the muse “magic” that totally defies logic kicked in at 5:30 am. Yes, creativity demanded attention–before coffee–before I felt even half-way human; yet, who am I to argue the time of day that inspiration decides to appear?
I figured if I could get this charcoal drawing idea out of the brain and on to my paper, then I could happily stumble to the kitchen and fix myself a cup of morning coffee.
So it happened. And the coffee was good. And the day will be filled with painting.