Above: Gouache sketch on a piece of Fluid 100 watercolor paper (140 lb. Cold Press surface). 12 inches square. I started with some quick lines of paint as a "sketch" and went from there. Click on the image to view an enlargement.
Nope, this isn't the review I promised for this paper. I haven't been able to test it with a few more paintings. But I wanted to share this painting because it was fun. The strokes of color were fun. The decision to go with a bright cobalt blue in my shadows was a whim, a what if—and I like it.
I think it is a good thing to let our whims lead us sometimes. I'm making a note to do that more this week when I'm painting. (See what happens if you do it too.)
I worked only with a large filbert. Turning it on its side if I needed a finer edge.
Fast, and fun.
I'm going to post it on my wall to remind myself to do something like this more often.
I painted this during February when I was so ill the only thing I could taste was "Hot and Spicy Shrimp" from Bona, the local Vietnamese restaurant.
Dick happily brought it home by the carton, day after day. In hopes of cheering me. (For his own benefit as much as mine. I was quite grumpy.)
We amassed quite the collection of fortune cookies—since neither of us eats them, but I do like to collect the fortunes. I have several projects I like to use them for.
Like "Hot and Spicy Shrimp," gouache has the ability to make me very happy indeed.
I think it is the act of playing with the thick paint. It reminds me of being 12 and using my watercolors straight from the tube undiluted. I've already written about the shock my mother had when she got my school supply bill that term. But for a few glorious months I was happily pushing paint around.
P.S. I may be loosing my mind. Sometimes I think when you spend a lot of time with elderly folks who have lost their minds you spend so much time trying to work out what might be going on in their minds, when there is no logical way to do that, that you start to wonder about the reality of a lot of other things that you used to take for granted. Simple things like tarmac, and butter, and the air you pump into your bicycle tires. I think it's lack of sleep. I hope it's lack of sleep. I do not believe I've posted this image yet. But if I have, forgive the repetition. I was clearing away stuff in the studio after framing paintings for "Art with a Bark" which opens on Thursday. This was one of the paintings I was going to file away, until of course I decided to hang it up for a reminder, because it makes me happy.