I love working in metal. If I’m having a bad day, I can bang on some wire, or — even better — torch some fine silver until it balls up into a perfect little red ball. I also love working in pastels. Pastels are like finger painting for adults — at least the way I use them it is. But ever since watching a good friend paint a watercolor of our backyard during the First Annual Redneck Riviera Women’s Art Retreat, I have been more than a little curious. I have a very distinct memory from childhood of getting a special coloring book that only required the use of plain water and a paint brush (I guess the cartoon on the paper was already coated with a thin layer of watercolor). That was magic.
I have taken classes in watercolor technique, but somehow it never interested me. That is, until the recent Art Retreat. I have been doing some small works lately that seem to satisfy some compulsions I have kept secret from all but the closest of my friends — the need to put borders around everything I draw, and the need to actually draw the lines that life requires us to color within.
Here is a short example of a recent work – I call it “The Redneck Redbird”
A few more lines with a smaller tipped pen, and I was ready to color:
I like this one so much, I even set up the photo lab and took one final pic. Hope you like the result.