Watercolor over crayon on the vases. Watercolor and pen for the blooms. Digital splatter on the 13th. The colors look more neon than they are in life. I am having too much fun with crayons. Warning of what’s to come. Haha.
I’m having too much fun with these. I worked ahead a bit. Which is great, because I lost another day I hadn’t planned on. But I am ready to try something different. Not sure what yet.
As I write, I am sitting here, looking at the empty space where my table should be. All of my supplies are crammed onto the bookcase. Had the carpets cleaned. They always say it will dry in two hours, but it is going on five, and things are still damp. Oyi.
I wasn’t thinking about 9/11 when I painted this next one. The colors after all are Buff, Cranberry and a sort of Prussian Blue. But it fits, and I decided to post it. The red is brighter in person. I tried to add some light to it in Photoshop, but it changed the color too much.
All these years later, and that day is still with me. As it is with many of us. I remember I had just finished drying my hair, and my aunt Loretta yelled from downstairs for me to turn my TV on. I did, and then quickly ran down to where she and my Grandmother were watching the news. They were still reporting it as an accident, and then the second plane hit. We were in shock.
We were in California. And we knew, at that time of day, the buildings would be full. My aunt left for work, and I had to finish getting ready to leave as well. At work that day, all anyone could manage was to listen to the news reports, read the papers, and pray.
I usually forget to acknowledge the date in the challenge. So busy just keeping up. But I remember, and say a prayer.
In remembrance of those who were lost. With prayer for families left behind. The survivors, and those whose lives were forever altered. With gratitude for the irreplaceable, who gave their lives in service of others. God grant you peace.