Being into plein air sketching and always looking to up my game artistically, I had ordered a pocket sized watercolor set to take on my vacation with me, as a more portable alternative to acrylics. In all my great foresight, I ordered this set a week before I was leaving and chose the cheapest shipping option. Long story short, it was waiting for me when I got back. I’m sad I missed out on taking Europe by storm with my watercolor skills, but now that I’ve had a chance to fiddle around with them at home I realize that watercolors are just as cruel a mistress as I remember them to be.
And, yet, they are so delightfully portable that I think I’ll keep at it. I don’t like having to think ahead in my paintings and having worked with oil and acrylic in the past has spoiled me thoroughly. You have to be so intentional in watercolor or you’ll just make a mess of things, and it’s been hard to convince myself not to reach for the white paint (and I haven’t convinced myself yet). So I guess it’s going to be one of those relearning experiences, which I suppose will be good for me.
I’ve pretty much run the gambit of my at-home subjects. My piggy salt shaker, which was the first thing I painted when I was learning acrylic, my lovely cats, who sit still long enough for me to get a good start, then leave promptly before I finish, and all the trees and parks within 5 minutes of my house. I need the leaves to start turning so I can get some variety in my sketches. That, or another vacation. Whichever comes first!