Ages since I got out the watercolors, but that blank book find just came in time to remind me I sometimes like to play a bit with them in summer light.
So I assembled the doings, noted a handy model
Just stuff lying about on the table.
And it started without me
When the yellow jumped out of the tube and onto the book. I'd squeezed it a bit hard, since the others were dry, and I expected this one to be, too.
I never waste expensive dried up tube colors, just cut open the tube and continue using them like solid pans. If they're good quality, this works. A tip from one of my frugal instructors.
Anyway a few minutes' delicious fun.
Watercolor is pointless if you labor and struggle over it. It's spontaneous or it's nothing. My not very humble opinion. Paint like a kid.
I left out the materials handy so I can do more when the spirit moves. There's nothing like making something to raise your spirits. The product doesn't matter for this purpose, it's the doing that matters.
And I have this whole handy book to use, fun ahead. There might be drawings, rubbings, transfers, who knows.
Meanwhile, despite numerous plant related visitations from next door, and a hand dipped chocolate cookie gift, now shared around with neighbors
the blueberry baked goods happened and some went next door
This morning I had one for breakfast, warmed it in the microwave, and when I bit in, juice exploded all over my white tee.
After I wondered about stain removal I decided no, go with it, and when I get up, I'm writing this in bed, I'll simmer the tee with the rest of the berries, and take advantage of the staining function instead of fighting it.
Tatters is doing some nice things here -- Kantha, an Indian stitching style. I'm familiar with it, living in an Indian population. I love the simplicity of the stitching, adding up to complex art.
And since be summer seems to be here, time to practice
Happy day everyone. We can be happy while helping people who are suffering. We can do two things at once.
