Finally I am at my work table and the brush is loaded with water and pigment. When I can paint it is a little like praying or meditation and I always feel lifted in spirit-
“Like a breath I knew would come, I reach for a new day”.
Yesterday was bad beyond description. I am so grateful for another chance.
Here is the little pencil sketch I made from our brief walk yesterday.
And here is a watercolor from the sketch.
There is so much depth that’s missing so much movement and glint in the hemlocks that I just have yet to figure out. And the bright shimmer of the water, the soft roundness of the melting snow. Gee wiz this doesn’t capture that at all so we’ll try again.
Actually I’m supposed to be working on ocean waves and sand-oops! Anyway it’s nice to do even a little.
Angel in the dust