I am scrambling to finish things before I leave next week, but here are some photos of a warm-up I was working on this weekend.
These were the first "paintings" I have done in a while - confining most of my artistic pursuits to drawing in the past few months. Color has never been my strong suit. Drawing - love it. Value - bring it on. Color - ah . . . wha . . . is this . . . I don't . . .
Yeah. Color doesn't make sense to me. I pick up the brush and look to my pallet and I'm . . . just lost.
When I was in school, my professors would make fun of me for limiting my pallet so much. But it was the only way I could control the colors and the structure of the finished piece. Fortunately, I managed to incorporated some reds and yellows in a few projects and they stopped harassing me.
Now, I don't want you to think that they didn't try to help me with my color problems - they did. They tried very hard. And conceptually, I thought I understood the process they were trying to get me into. But whenever I took up the brush and applied the colors I saw them using . . . well, it's probably better not to talk about it . . .
Windsor Newton watercolors on an Arches cold-press block.