For the first time in days, we’ve got a sky that’s not solid gray.   So I wanted to try my hand at capturing the colors.  About 8:30 this morning, and it changed very fast.  When I started there were a few clouds and lots of blue sky, within less than an hour, it’s all gray again.  And that tree actually looks pretty close to the one standing there, I surprised myself!

This view is out my west facing window, my favorite window, in the most inconvenient location in the house, the laundry room.  I used my Prang set, which I’m liking more all the time.  Just a few colors is great, no big decisions about what color to use next.

 

I’m trying to paint a bit or draw a bit of something every day and this Strathmore Visual  Mixed Media paper journal is working well.   It calls to me without being pretentious!  Gotta not scare the elephant…..

Actually, I just read something that really caught my attention, from Joe Miller’s book “Old Watercolorists Never Die, They Just Wet Their Sheets”  (which is like listening to an old, trusted painting friend, a keeper book)  Joe says, on page 26  “Isn’t it funny how we listen to that little voice inside our heads.  I hear it loudest when it says,  ‘Joe, that’s that’s the worst painting Ive ever seen.’   But when it brags on me, I can hardly hear it at all.  I’d like to know what gives that little voice the right to critique my work?  When and how did he become the expert?”

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it, or something.