Drawing on a tiny tableau can be oddly freeing. Not only did I want a tranquil scene today but this also reminds me of the Night Gallery episode where the Nazi war criminal gets his due by being sucked into a painting of Christ dying on the cross instead of a peaceful fishing scene. I love Rod Serling.
I painted a whole buncha leaves today before attempting this. Unlike writing, painting is therapeutic, and that’s a good thing when there are corrupt governments and much turmoil in the world.
Between baking and processing tomatoes today, I didn’t get to drawing. But I worked on my socks. After lots and lots of ripping apart, including a completed pair that I botched the gauge on, I am just about done with this baby! And it only took 3 months. 😛 Still it loved me and I love it…and nobody feels rejected.
More practice on painting leaves. I want to perfect the technique my dad taught me to load the brush in such a way that a leaf or a bamboo stalk have a gradation of saturation, lending a rounded, 3-dimensional look to whatever I’m painting. Not quite there yet.