Il Ritorno
I tried making some squiggly bits of colour today, and I now declare that "The Melody of a Fallen Tree" by Windsor for the Derby, is the best song to listen to while painting ever.
In other news, I am now working for a Fortune 500 media conglomerate headquartered in New York City, so I get to squeeze past tourists standing in the middle of Times Square thinking they're in Kansas with their dog Skip while everybody else is trying to get on with their lives. But that's holidays for you.
I've been thinking a lot, which, for those of you who have followed this and me since this whole blogging bit began, is usually a poor forecast for my psychological health. (Isn't it almost for everyone? Socrates got himself hemlocked and Galileo got house arrest and loads of other people eventually survived by saying 'eff it if I'm here this far I just ought to keep going'.) And so there's that, but I am vacillating as usual. Made a few mountains. Mostly with cobalt blue and raw sienna, since you asked.
I have a four hour total commute because nobody has yet diverted their genius away from getting the metric and imperial system wrong and applied it to getting trains to actually run right on Earth. And of course it's all for this lovely fellow who's in San Diego meeting Gareth David-Lloyd, Tricia Helfer, Stan Lee, Joss Whedon, and all these other people that constitute the content of my media consumption.
Today I have realised I am really just going to be a lawyer to feed this art habit of mine. It's not perfect, but it's what it is and where I stand. The most frustrating thing about watercolours is how long they take to dry between layers. I've never bothered to find out if drying them with a hair dryer produces any substantive difference in quality, but it sure would make things faster. Also this is my first time with the Windsor & Newton Cotman WaterColours' Sketchers' Pocket Box and I must say they are just marvelous. They are so lovely and I don't know why I ever kept using those Chinese watercolour tubes-sometimes you just have to suck it up and pay for the nice stuff.
Meanwhile I've started using Flickr, but being the shutterbug I am, have completely filled up my upload quota for this month without even making a dent in my 7k+ iPhoto library. CS3, I hardly used ye.
Now that I have done enough bollocksing around getting used to these watercolours, I just have to figure out what I actually want to do with them. I have this project that I've been kicking about ever since my parents bought that overpriced million-dollar townhouse at the peak of the housing market, because I don't like blank walls when I haven't got posh furniture to make up for it. I mean, modernist contemporary interior decorators must use tonnes of cleaning products to keep their white walls so clean, otherwise that whole open space created by white walls business just goes out the window, doesn't it?
Loads of plateaus of crimson and sienna and umber and chalk. Just you wait.
In other news, I am now working for a Fortune 500 media conglomerate headquartered in New York City, so I get to squeeze past tourists standing in the middle of Times Square thinking they're in Kansas with their dog Skip while everybody else is trying to get on with their lives. But that's holidays for you.
I've been thinking a lot, which, for those of you who have followed this and me since this whole blogging bit began, is usually a poor forecast for my psychological health. (Isn't it almost for everyone? Socrates got himself hemlocked and Galileo got house arrest and loads of other people eventually survived by saying 'eff it if I'm here this far I just ought to keep going'.) And so there's that, but I am vacillating as usual. Made a few mountains. Mostly with cobalt blue and raw sienna, since you asked.
I have a four hour total commute because nobody has yet diverted their genius away from getting the metric and imperial system wrong and applied it to getting trains to actually run right on Earth. And of course it's all for this lovely fellow who's in San Diego meeting Gareth David-Lloyd, Tricia Helfer, Stan Lee, Joss Whedon, and all these other people that constitute the content of my media consumption.
Today I have realised I am really just going to be a lawyer to feed this art habit of mine. It's not perfect, but it's what it is and where I stand. The most frustrating thing about watercolours is how long they take to dry between layers. I've never bothered to find out if drying them with a hair dryer produces any substantive difference in quality, but it sure would make things faster. Also this is my first time with the Windsor & Newton Cotman WaterColours' Sketchers' Pocket Box and I must say they are just marvelous. They are so lovely and I don't know why I ever kept using those Chinese watercolour tubes-sometimes you just have to suck it up and pay for the nice stuff.
Meanwhile I've started using Flickr, but being the shutterbug I am, have completely filled up my upload quota for this month without even making a dent in my 7k+ iPhoto library. CS3, I hardly used ye.
Now that I have done enough bollocksing around getting used to these watercolours, I just have to figure out what I actually want to do with them. I have this project that I've been kicking about ever since my parents bought that overpriced million-dollar townhouse at the peak of the housing market, because I don't like blank walls when I haven't got posh furniture to make up for it. I mean, modernist contemporary interior decorators must use tonnes of cleaning products to keep their white walls so clean, otherwise that whole open space created by white walls business just goes out the window, doesn't it?
Loads of plateaus of crimson and sienna and umber and chalk. Just you wait.