This has been a weekend of arrrrrgh in the studio. I had started with high hopes, since my cone-flower watercolor attempt had actually inspired me to put down my charcoal and paint.
And I did paint, but the result, though accurate in terms of light and shadow and was well drawn ended up being , in my estimation, stiff and dead. I tried another work which was adobe structures against a turquoise sea at sunset and felt so confined, rigid and therefore frustrated that I stomped off to do the dishes that had collected over the afternoon. At least I knew I could successfully complete that.
One of my books said that cold press was the only way to go in watercolor. Maybe that is the problem. I would like to blame the paper instead of myself. So we will see. They say the moment one gets excessively critical of what he is doing he gives up. Hmmmmm. Well, maybe things will look better tomorrow.
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