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Art Day—Frisket Edition

I have discovered frisket, a mask for painting. Using a stylus, you apply it to paper in areas you want to keep white, let it dry, and paint over it. Then you remove it with an eraser. It seems the perfect tool for painting birch trees, which I am partial to, so I gave it a shot.

With people, it seems best to travel in a pack with even numbers so no one ends up sitting alone. But with objects, I prefer odd numbers. I don't even think about it intentionally—I just find myself arranging in threes or fives. Here is the first scene:

And the second—I think this would look better if I had extended the fall foliage farther down in relation to the trees and had less greenery:

Then, I mixed some of the colors in the palette to create a sort of sepia color family and came up with this:

Now my head is filled with things I can paint that are white—eggs, my cat where he isn't black, flowers. What else can I add to that list?

And for some repair work: I took a painting from last week that was sort of a bust and decided to pep it up. The lesson learned here is that watercolor requires patience. You can't just throw paint on a piece of paper—you have to let it dry before giving the picture some definition:

Before / After

Comments

dive said…
Yay for silver birches! These are beautiful, Robyn. I love the autumn colours, too, even though I am dancing around to Springtime in my garden today.
Eustacia said…
LOVE LOVE LOVE. I want one.
MmeBenaut said…
Wow, I can see your skill developing before my eyes. The birch trees are fantastic Robyn. Frisket. Who would have thought?

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