Posts Tagged ‘watercolor’
Wednesday, October 3rd, 2018
The barely-blue of midnight impinges on the strange saffron swirls of this big, beautiful moon. Neither abstract nor fully realistic, but a blend of both that evokes a feeling of mystery and possibility, perfect for October people.
If you make your home in the harvests and haystacks, between the pumpkins and the fallen leaves, then perhaps this would fit right in with the decor.
What’s your favorite season?
Above, you can see one of the intricate little edge details where the midnight mist creeps into the gold of the shining moon. Below, this larger art is awaiting a frame big enough, holding a spot in pride of place at my writing desk.
Tuesday, October 2nd, 2018
These particular doldrums have a bit more color and less stormy skies than the last set, but never fear, there’s still a secret cat.
The heavens rain down on this strange city full of everything from crystal towers to wobbling skyscrapers, a motley of unusual architecture just waiting to bring a smile to your space.
Where would you hang this to turn someone’s frown upside down?
Above, you can see a few of the buildings up close, their loose ink and soft washes of color bringing delight to the gloom. Below, the painting waits in a frame, hoping for a forever home to grace with its fanciful ways.
Tuesday, August 14th, 2018
Three sandhill cranes are flying across this minuscule moon, golden-yellow and full like a proper autumn moon should be.
After June’s Harvest Moon painting, a patron suggested I try another on black paper instead of white. It’s a very different process, and the results have a darker, more solid quality.
The stars have a little shine to them, a hint of gold to add sparkle. The cranes have a little complexity in their color, both from the Payne’s grey and the way the thick, opaque Japanese paints mix into the top layer.
Above, you can see a close-up of the cranes and the textural surface of the moon. Below, the painting is in a frame, waiting to fly to its new home.
Wednesday, August 8th, 2018
A sky filled with clouds, covered from horizon to infinity with smudging swirls of blue-grey in an endless cover. A skeletal tree rises up against it, the details fine as lace. Branches tangle and twist, while a black bird comes to rest, wings a blur of motion, and another flies close.
A lot of this month’s paintings are dichromatic, ink on paint, a mix of a beautiful, nearly abstract background with a black-painted foreground. This one is made of a dark, opaque ink that holds texture and gives a sense of dimension as well as the simplicity of silhouette.
Above, you can see the textures of ink, board, and paint weaving together to make a beautiful tree. Below, the painting is in its temporary frame, like a window into a piece of autumn.
Monday, August 6th, 2018
Through the haze of smoke and destruction, a sun faintly glows with the softest sheen of gold. Below, fantastic buildings are shattered, battered, burnt, and broken.
Another set of painted ruins joins the series of apocalyptic visions. This one is small, the size of a postcard. The sky is the color of sunset on a day full of pollution in the city, smog that dulls vision and steals the color and life from the landscape.
The title is, of course, from a song by The Police.
Above, you can see the smoking city up close, its futuristic shapes shattered and ruined. Below, the piece is in its frame, small in size but powerful in scope.
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