I did a painting in pastels yesterday. Out of practice! Plus, I had to contend with curling paper, new pastels that are softer than what I am used to, a new fixative, and the fact that one of my boxes of 90 colors fell to the floor. You can imagine that mess. A day later, and the pastels are out, still jumbled, along with the curling paper, etc.
Flowers are always cheerful subjects, particularly those in a field. Walking through the field, hearing the birds and hum of insects, feeling the itch of the grasses, is something I love and wanted to capture. I think I did. Such happiness!
Direct watercolor, paint what’s in front of me, no lines. Those were my morning thoughts. What is always in front of me in the morning is my messy desk, full of different debris, depending on the day and whether or not I’ve done any tidying. As I pondered, oh so profoundly, I looked at the cell phone on my desk and really liked the reflections from my monitors . . . and here is today’s subject.
I worked to think more consciously and conscientiously about what I was doing. First, the outline of the phone, on my rather ochre-colored desk, then the darks of the phone itself, followed by reflections and shadows. I tried to be selective of where to touch different colors for bleeds. Finally, I went back in and did some shadows and contrasts to make a bit stronger image. In between, I worked carefully to avoid blooms and hard edges from backwash.