At the risk of sounding melodramatic, I think I've had a breaktrough with this one.
Watercolor was a medium I never really was interested in other tham to fill in my pen and ink drawings. Until four years ago. As a Pa certified art teacher I needed to fullfill a certain number of continuing ed credits. Well my deadline was fast approaching for that year so I enrolled in a quick watercolor class at our local community college.
And just fell in love. Once I realized the extent of the detail the medium allowed I couldn't get enough.
After the class ended I found myself sitting for hours in the book store absorbing artists books on watercolor. I played with glazes and values, subscribed to watercolor magazines and practice, practice, practice! I retaught myself color theories and applications and I just started painting, thrilled with the amount of detail and realism I was able to pull off. Color, glazes, washes, values- I got it and loved it. But I never really got what watercolor is really about- the light- until now.
Watercolor, 12" x 18"
The light. The white of the paper shining through. Sometimes it's about what you don't lay down on the paper. I feel like I just can't get to all the paintings I want to do fast eough. One more Flower Feast piece to go.