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Art Day

This week, I found some time to paint because I didn't have newspaper assignments or English class. Schools close with even a hint of snow in the forecast, apparently. To get away from the primary colors stored in my easel, I went to a local craft store and spent $80 on a handful of water color tubes and a little bit of cheap paper, and then I sat down to experiment. I think it would be better for me if I could take my easel out of my house and go see the world outside, but all I would see anywhere within a 200-mile radius and beyond is white and more white.

After playing around with some color exercises, I taped paper to the easel and came up with pears:

Later, I kept an eye on a photo I took last fall of a sheep pasture, and I came up with this. No sheep yet, but that will be my next experiment. I used a wet brush on a dry surface and got the kind of sky I was looking for, but I couldn't leave the grass alone. I started out with the same technique but kept wanting to add layers of color (same with the tree line), and ended up with soaked paper, mainly because I was too impatient to let colors dry. I like the texture of the grass, but I think I need to slow down a little bit:

And then there's this, a red barn on the horizon. I was mainly going for color and shade variations in the sky and grass and then felt like the horizon line needed something other than a tree. I picture Snoopy napping on the roof:

Finally, I created this little 5 x 7 scene quickly and then gave it to my neighbor with a sampling of cheesecake. I think I like the quick unplanned pieces better than anything:

Comments

E said…
You had a good art day. Awesome!

E
savannah said…
i like the idea of an art day, sugar! i opted for a "lie in day" not as physically productive or lovely as yours, but probably very much needed for me! *sigh* winter really needs to end, doesn't it? xoxoxoxo
Madame DeFarge said…
I'm impressed by anyone who can put paint to paper and produce something that looks like something. Good work.
dive said…
Yay! One and a half pairs of pears.

I love your intense blues and greens this week, Robyn.
MmeBenaut said…
These are fabulous Robyn. I love the pears! Perhaps a little stalk at the top?

The second one worked out well with the sky and you could perhaps use a knife or tiny brush to add some dark stick trees or even black sheep!

Well done anyway. Practice makes perfect, as they say.

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