I woke up this morning far from the top of my game, yearning for coffee and glad that I don't generally drink very much.
I decided that it would be nice to pay homage to the mighty coffee bean, and started looking for reference material to work off of. Started on a composition
sketch for it, and this was the result:
I guess it will just have to remain a creative seed that hasyet to properly germinate.
I touched up The Flower Peddler, I like to leave my watercolors attached to the board for a few days because I inevitably see areas that can be further refined or elements that need "backed up" in the painting.
It might be time for another seascape, or time to try my hand with wildlife. Sometimes the images flow from the brush, pencil or charcoal with peace and ease. Other days, like today, it's a struggle to have a light touch.
I still feel like a rank amateur and am surprised by compliments that I receive on my paintings and drawings. I do it because it comes from a place deep in my belly, an ache that wells up and eats at me until I quiet it down by losing myself in the solitude of creation. I can't help but create. It is my nature.
I wonder how I managed for ten years to do no art except for the rare sketch on some of the kids paper or a pallid and insipid Crayola watercolor that wrinkled the printer paper in a most unattractive way. I think I must have used cooking as my creative outlet. Now though, that I have a nice area set aside for me to use for art, new Escoda Kolinsky brushes, beautiful M. Graham pigments, a new desk etc. and so on, cooking feels like a chore!
On that note, here is "The Flower Peddler"
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