On that gloomy week I was stuck inside because of all that rain I took advantage of my new watercolor toys. Watercolor and I have a history. Love. Hate. When I was an art student in college it was the one thing that I never had even the tiniest bit of success with-but those little tubes. I love those little tubes.
I keep thinking if I buy enough tools it will equal a bit of mastery. Not yet. Here is my new palette. The little ceramic one was cute but not big enough for 24 tubes of color.
I got the round brushes that match my pricey flat brush. They are nice. Silver Black Velvet. That brush holder stands up. I found it with a set of cheapo brushes on Amazon. I kept the case and pitched the brushes.
First I painted the tubes for my color swatches. Painting swatches is more fun that knitting swatches.
Then I played with backgrounds. I like backgrounds. I hate having to do something with them.
Backgrounds turn into flower doodles when you have no real talent. I am not trying to prove anything anymore, just fill some time so it's all good.
The art journal thing is more my speed. I used the cut up prints to make a.....background. What else.
Look at this! I did finally finish one of my orphan backgrounds. All it took was an old stamp set and a couple of little drawings. Maybe this art thing won't be as hard as I thought.