Tomorrow I will share a collage of the work I created this month. It is always fun to see them as a group. I will also share my favorites. Stay tuned for a gallery of artwork from the artists who participated in this round of the gathering. You won’t want to miss their stunning art!
None of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful. Mother Teresa
Well. So much for that. I usually try to end the painting challenge on a high note. Not looking good. I have been distracted and staying up much to late. I mean really late. 4 am late. I just can’t get out of the routine. LOL.
The painting above, is a disaster. Haha. 🙂 I tried to finish the color theme. Keep my group of 3’s going. But I tried six times… and finally just thought to lay the color down. But even THAT did not work. Haha. So there it is. #3, moving on.
I did this two days ago, and oddly enough. it sort of looks like our sky today. There is a fire to the north of us. Probably a controlled burn. Haven’t found a report on it yet. There is blue sky, and a swath of reddish-gray haze hanging over Mingus. It doesn’t even really show up in a photo. But it is there.
Smoke over Mingus 3-2-21, SMD.
I had purchased a pack of colored pens at, you guessed it, Dollar Tree. Found them and decided to play. did some silly sketches, and scribbled out a vase and some blooms. When I added watercolor, it really softened the marks. I went back over the blooms but left the vase alone.
Just a quick little sketch. After a long stressful day, it really calmed me to sit and watch color move.
Haha. I was looking for a quote on making bad art and ran across this site. Looks like fun. I will go through it more next month. When I am not quite so busy. I still need to catch up, 2 more pieces. Thought you might get a kick out of it.
The best reason to paint is that there is no reason to paint. Keith Haring
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Dr. Seuss
Two more days. Two more days?? Jiminy Cricket. That can’t be! Nahh!
The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread. William Wendt
What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind. William Wordsworth
