This weekend, I figuratively jumped head first into a large scale water-color. The subject was one of my favorite designations as a child. Timothy Lake. It was a four hour drive to get there, adult equivalent of 12 hours.
The air was somehow sweeter, and the stars, well they somehow seemed brighter and clearer than any other place I can recall. Ah, and the water on this mountain lake, was deep green and so very still. This was my attempt to recreate that morning feeling in my painting:
My second watercolor was much quicker. A picture of a bird using a mottled wash as a background.
All in all, not a bad way to spend a rainy weekend in March.
Spring is on its way, I heard it from a bird.
Cheers,
Laura
The air was somehow sweeter, and the stars, well they somehow seemed brighter and clearer than any other place I can recall. Ah, and the water on this mountain lake, was deep green and so very still. This was my attempt to recreate that morning feeling in my painting:
All in all, not a bad way to spend a rainy weekend in March.
Spring is on its way, I heard it from a bird.
Cheers,
Laura
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