They say it takes 30 days for a habit to become ingrained. I've been
painting every day for about that long now, and I feel pretty good
because this morning my day-job (medical transcription) boss called and
asked could I get a file done STAT, so, I didn't get to do my morning
journal-meditate-paint routine. Still, I got the work done and went to
the studio. It's cool that it's becoming part of my day.
I
thought I'd do some little ACEO sized paintings, playing with my new
watercolor skills. It didn't exactly work out that way. The ACEO
"watercolor" paper SUCKS for watercolors. Literally. It sucks up the
paint instantly which means you can't work with the wet to blend much at
all.
I persevered anyway and came up with this
cartoony-looking pony that is absolutely unlike anything I've ever done
before (I am not that great with a line, so I tend to erase a lot when
drawing). Still, I'm kind of intrigued by the little thing. It's
definitely not perfect but I think, with better paper and practice, I
could get the hang of this. I'd be way better off cutting up the 5 x 7
Stratford 140 lb paper I was working with yesterday than trying to work
with these awful little cards. Maybe they'll be good for something
else. Markers? I dunno. Colored pencil maybel
For
my next trick I tried a little blue and gold macaw ACEO. I paint
horses better than most things because I have been obsessed with them
since I could recognize one in a picture and when I was a kid that was
pretty much all I drew. Birds, I haven't drawn or painted so much, but I
do love birds. I have a little Senegal parrot I intend to try to paint
from life at some point.
For a long time I was a
veterinary technician at a clinic that saw small animals and exotics, so
I got to work with birds a LOT. Holding them for a veterinary exam is a
challenge sometimes! -- especially macaws like this one, which are a
lot of bird to handle and when they aren't happy they are
ear-splittingly vocal. Anyway, I had fun with this one, because they
are such cool birds that I've spent time admiring them in detail... the
little black mask of feather tufts on their faces, their wrinkly skin
around their beaks, and their glorious, glorious feathers. I have never
owned a big, big macaw but my first parrot (not counting little
cockatiels, parakeets and lovebirds) was a "mini" macaw (a Hahn's macaw)
named Simon. One of these days I want to paint one of these beautiful
birds in vibrant oils, too.
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