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Watercolours

Art class lesson 2 today - the wonderful world of watercolours. There is a lot of water sloshing involved in watercolour painting, I have discovered. You can definitely have too much or too little, too. Thankfully, I had purchased a book of sturdy paper on which to watercolour. The chap sitting next to me was a bit of a wild child with his water pot and made even more mess than I did last week with my pastels. Anyway, there was more of ‘Just paint what you see’ and ‘It’s easy because you’re only dealing with one colour’ from the artist-in-residence (I can’t quite bring myself to call him the teacher) and so I flung myself into the activity utilising my own in-built teaching tool called ‘winging it’ along with a goodly dose of ‘devil-may-care’ and ‘What rules? No one said anything about rules’ and generally keeping on my blinkers so I couldn’t see what everyone else was doing. Basically, I made it up as I went along. A bit like life, really.

This is the end product. I don’t know what Leonardo da Vinci called the original (from which we copied) but I bet he never did a version this colour, given he was so fond of his sepia tones. However, I do bet he managed to paint all his efforts in the centre of the page. Sigh...

Anyway, I’ve called my version, ‘Portrait of a Grumpy Git, in Blue.’


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Vera said…
Oh very good, and very creative
28 January 2020 at 04:41
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28 January 2020 at 08:30
Denise said…
Thanks Vera! I enjoyed my first experiment with watercolours.
28 January 2020 at 13:23
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