Today is a twofer. I made a couple of what my aunts referred to as ‘puddles’. Reminded again of the cerebral rigor that it takes to make good watercolor paintings. But enjoying the sense of freedom I’ve built up through daily practice in other mediums.
Vacation time chatting and joking with family and friends. Cousins working on a jigsaw puzzle, pine trees sighing in the wind outside. Memory images of pebbles under water, pinecones, roots stitching the ground, mushrooms pushing aside the mould. These are some of the things in here.
I try to come up with a few words to offer an access point for anyone to whom composition, line and color don’t speak like music. I think most people are inherently story-tellers, and if you spend time with any picture you’ll find stories about it.
That said, I don’t have any particular words to offer on this one. As I drew it was hard to stay engaged and open, and trust that eventually it would resolve into something I could feel was ‘done’.