This was an experiment. The hills were painted with a palette knife. Palette knife, Yupo, watercolor. I am not entirely sure those three things go together. I delayed posting this for six days because I thought it was hideous. Really, the only saving grace is the blue hill. Interesting textures going on there.

Done on a cold and rainy morning, the blustery view was still better than how my depiction turned out. By noon the sun was out the hills clearly visible.

Kim Smith hit the nail on the head. I seem to be caught in an ebb. Everything I have tried to paint has been a major flop. Working my way through the lessons from Sandy Sandy‘s Alcohol Inks course, and nothing is turning out. I have wiped all the ugliness, so there is no proof. Tried again with what I know best, watercolor and paper, and another ugly was born. (The sky is not bad in this.)

So I am working, and plodding along. I should have started a large canvas for my cousin, but I decided I was not ready to fail on a HUGE scale. So I turned to what I thought would be an afternoon’s task. (Avoidance, yes, I know.)

I went through the last three of my tubs from the move. Five days later I am still organizing the contents of the last one. Cards and letters from family and friends. FOUR decades worth. UGH! A task I have wanted to complete for at least 15 years. So I suppose that counts for something. Maybe with that minor success under my belt, I can find success with my brush once again!

Going through the correspondence, I am finding forgotten treasures. And reminders of adventures I had forgotten. Letters from my Grandmother’s, who are both long gone, special indeed. And photos! I will finally have all my photos in one place. Then I can begin to sort, and scan and share them with family!

Found this sketch, from the late eighties. A stick and some ink. It is goofy, but even more goofy is that fact that at some point I found it worthy of a mat! It makes me think of the blond in the Muppet band.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Enjoy your weekend!