The Sea, the sand, the surf…. they beckon to nearly all of us with their siren’s call. Its that turquoise color, that cobalt teal that works its irresistible magic. Every time.
the watercolor brush softly kisses the paper in its magical dance with color……
Faces up turned gentle whispers soft reminders Inspirations of the Flower
Lying down amongst them, I discovered how pretty the weeds were and was saddened they were soon to be mowed over.
Watercolors speak: Stark and flat, pure cobalt the sky begins to melt and craze the earth. The ravine, folds its terracotta pleats and crumples….
A rich, Ultramarine blue watercolor wash floats across the crisp white cotton paper with the sunflower golden yellow crescent above……
Flowers bloom in loveliness within the forest shadows…quietly they wait
Discovering the secrets Inside paint pigments is one of the most fun and satisfying activities that an artist will do.
Flowers are the music of the ground….. Flowers Music to the Soul…. “Flowers are the music of the ground From earth’s lips spoken without sound.” Edwin Curran A Chance Discovery I discovered that first poem by chance while looking for a poem for […]
Another zen stroll. Not so leisurely as most of my strolls but still enjoyable. This time, there was a deadline. I was On the clock. In the forest. Begin With A Plan I went with one purpose in mind. However, the weather and wind refused to cooperate. I tried to get […]