Magic Moments-Thoughts on watercolour

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.

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West Branch-Looking down river

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.

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-Then and Now

The original “depth beneath the sparkle” was written just one year ago and now the sparkle is gone but the river still runs deep. Hope dies hard and life turns toward the New Day waiting for the sun to light the water with laughing brilliance in celebration of creative and enduring friendship.

And so in celebration of ‘YES’ (a New Years resolution to sketch every day), I did today’s sketch, a tiny study looking up the river. This could help toward a larger watercolor soon. There were snow flurries so I painted at my steering wheel rather than down by the river as we did last year.

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This is tiny,just 6″x6″

And I’ll include some photos, one along the park road looking south-

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and one down the river.IMG_2612 (1024x768).jpg

Note how low the water is this year.

 

 

 

 

 

Angel in the dust and in need

Magic Moments-Drifters

There’s such a lot of world to see-Breakfast at Tiffany’s-

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Moon River, wider than a mile,
I’m crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you’re going I’m going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There’s such a lot of world to see.
We’re after the same rainbow’s end–
waiting ’round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

Angel in the dust

(Holly Golightly)