I don’t know were this week has gone…Well yes, i do: It’s gone to worrying about friends (I know, i know-“worry never made a sailor.” But i have been worrying.) Followed by one day in court to lend support to another friend-(the victim in a criminal case), one day furiously matting and framing work for the Peach Festival, one day volunteering at Hollister House Garden (we had 50 visitors in 4 hours!!) One day at the festival surrounded by friends while still trying to sketch-foolish me- and today yoga and Gallery work, picking peaches plus these little exercises.
I’m pretty happy with the results.
And i even peeled some peaches for a pie.
Thanks to Shari for the inspiration that got me drawing and painting this evening instead of just peeling and pitting. After all there is always tomorrow…
Life has gotten bigger than me and I am scrambling to catch up. A friend just gave me some tiger lily bulb-lets; they need to be planted out right away and the peach trees are dripping peaches. There are 3 shows I should be entering; I”ll be lucky to get work ready for even one. I think for the next several days I’ll be focused on canning peaches when I’m not helping out at Hollister House Garden, or Gallery on the Green (yearly maintenance) or working the Art League tent at the Peach festival.
Here is one painting I recently finished which i hope to get matted and framed. There are a couple more figure studies that I’d also like to show. For sure, “I’m traveling faster than my soul can go….”
“Life’s a twinkling but its such a fine thing” (Carrie Newcomer)
Holly PS how many of you noticed the Cobalt Teal Blue in the painting above? Debi’s right; it really is a cheerful color. Now i just need time to experiment with it!
I spent the afternoon matting and framing some work for a couple of local shows. This is not my favorite activity! I’d much rather be sketching or painting or just outside walking or gardening. I cut my own mats but have to buy frames so i frequently recycle them.
Here is a half sheet painting of the river from last year that had to give up its frame to make room for new work.
Thoughts on Watercolour
A self portrait
While its transparency allows layers of veiled meaning, it is mercurial and hard to control. Extremely sensitive to atmosphere and weather, watercolour is temperamental being easily blotted out, stained by tears, or even washed away. And yet it is responsive and fluid, and can be even, on occasion, dry and precise.
Colours can be bright as jewels shimmering with reflected light or muddy as a turbid river in turmoil of dark despair. At times the colours present in shapes with edges hard as rock and at others with edges so soft as to fade away to nothing.
Watercolour doesn’t lie or hide its meaning. It can’t. Each brush stroke and flood of water is revealed as it carries pigment across the paper. And, when the brushstrokes become free to dance, it sings with ecstasy and confidence. Given more deliberate control it becomes amazingly precise conveying detail and form. But when confidence is lost the overworking of a surface says it all. Meaning, form, and line are buried in mud.
There is freshness in a confidently painted watercolour that becomes memorable. This doesn’t mean that thoughtful editing and reworking won’t ever be in order. Sometimes that is needed and helps. Only that the more directly the work springs from the heart the more effective it will be.
And We; we are watercolour within, waiting only for the Muse that can help the brush to dance with joy and confidence lifting our song on unfurled wings across the empty page.