Last week the weather was so nasty I stayed inside and made the most of being cooped up by painting, experimenting, and just plain having fun in my studio. The rain was coming down so hard the yard and the patio were flooded, and you couldn’t see in front of your nose if you went out.
Being stuck in one place gives us opportunity. To curl up and read, bake cookies, watch a movie, or Paint are just some of the possibilitiess So paint I did.
I played with colors, sketched out possibilities, played with different papers, and much more. In my mind, I try to play like a 3-year-old. Just like my grandson use to do when he’d play in my studio. I think letting him play in my studio was the beginning of me letting go, and not taking myself so seriously. I’d give him a huge pad of paper, and he picked his own brush, and watercolors. (After all I could wipe them up when he was finished.) He’d pick the longest brush he could find and make a huge puddle of blue watercolor, he loved blue. After he went home, I’d find blue paint all over my studio, the kitchen, and into the garage. How can you ever get mad at one of your grandchildren? He loved blue, and he loved the way it looked on everything. He is now twelve going on thirteen, he still loves blue, but fortunately doesn’t find the need to splatter it all over the house. He’s a great kid, and is very creative.
The crow, well crows speaks to me. I love them, and can’t find enough places to put them in my art. This time I just thought I’d make a big crow, wet him all down like a watercolor, and drip blue ink into him. This is how you get craggy! Of course, once he’s big as life on a sheet of paper, he needs something to complement him. Journal style seemed to work for me on a cold, wet, rainy day. This is my version on playing in my studio this winter.