I left the sketch for a couple of days, and when I came back to it, I immediately knew what need to be finished. I layered and painted until my sketchbook paper protested by bubbling.
A sketch of my little sister in watercolor and colored pencil. Not sure if it’s completely done, I might take a few days and look back to see if I want to add more detail.
I’m roughly two weeks into a long vacation on the Georgia coast. At the moment I’m hiding in our rental house to avoid the so-hot-my-skin-feels-like-it’s-melting-weather. The heat never bothered me until Sunday, when we went on a day trip to Savannah. The air was so hot, sticky, and muggy. Every time we passed a body of water or a fountain, I felt the urge to strip and jump in.
My family and I are vacationing on St. Simons Island, a place I’ve known since my childhood. I packed my sketchbooks, pencils, pens, and watercolors for the trip. Watercolor is a no-hassle sort of paint medium when it comes to transporting/painting on site. Equipped with an old Windsor & Newton watercolors compact set and a small assortment of Koi Water Brushes, I’ve gotten at least a bit of sketching in.
View of Jekyll Island from East Beach.
View from Pier of St. Simons sound and of Brunswick
View of Jekyll island from the village near sunset
Ocean view at dusk. (When I was little, one of my favorite stories was about an old man with a long silvery beard who had a garden of pearls. Every night, he took a pearl from his garden and placed it into the sky, hence it became the moon… it was unintentional, but the moon in the painting kind of reminded me of a pearl, and that story)
The sketchbook keeps filling up. More to come.
And OMG IT’S AUGUST. If my lack of posting indicates anything, you can probably discern how far behind I am with senior show.
15 minute sketch of my tea pot from Teavana. Watercolor & color pencil on watercolor paper.
So here are the other painting sketches I completed while on a vacation in Saint Simon’s Island:
On the beach in the afternoon, when the tide is going out and the sand bars are emerging.
Old tree in St. Simon’s. It’s huge and extremely old. And I think they have a name for this tree, but for the life of me I cannot remember it. But ever since I was little, I was always fascinated with the tree. My painting hardly does the tree justice.
The Marsh before the sun begins to set. I rode my bike around the marsh, trying to find the perfect spot with a good perspective. I found the spot where kayakers start their tour. I was sitting next to a bridge and the mosquitoes were horrible.
I finally made notes about the lighting, the shapes and made a quick sketch of the perspective and left for home, where I completed the painting partly from notes and memory.
So how was the painting experience? I mentioned to a fellow art student earlier about the difficulties of painting/drawing on location. For starters, I’m tackling the elements (rain, too much shine, and MOSQUITOES…that’s an element, right?). I’m more accustomed working from photographs in the safe vicinity of a studio for hours, days, even weeks until I’m finished. No surprise, having to paint quickly was difficult. I try to go into too much detail and I found myself trying to control watercolors, which will NEVER happen and I should know better.
I’m filling up the rest of my awesome Strathmore 400 Series Field Watercolor Sketch Book
with sights from California! Maybe this time I’ll get some portraits in too! I might be able to update while there, but if I don’t I’ll post back in two whole gigantic weeks!
At the student art show, I completely forgot to take pictures of Amanda’s finished portrait. Well without further ado:
After I added the finishing touches to this piece, I immediately turned it in to the gallery. So a few weeks later when I picked it up, I noticed that the piece changed a little bit. You’re blind if you didn’t notice the very obvious warping (nicely accentuated by the black mat board). Whatever. I’m still really proud of the piece. And me saying that about any of my artworks is a novelty.
All those years ago when we were kids, there was no such thing as an inner critic to muffle creativity. The possibilities were endless.
I spent a little bit over an hour painting with my roommate, Amanda’s, (as in watercolor portrait Amanda) two nieces.
I put my watercolor palette between them on the table and they made these two masterpieces:
The oldest decided that she wanted to paint a flower. Or as she described, “a very colorful flower.”
The youngest began to paint with cool colors and then expanded with warmer colors. There was a lot of experimentation and thought put into this painting (she really thought about which color she wanted to use next before proceeding).
When they saw my wooden painting palette, they were insistent on using the palette and wanted me to transfer my watercolors to the palette. After calmly explaining that this was impossible to do, we moved onto acrylic paint.
It was interesting when they first started. They both used the same colors. Red and green. A.K.A. Christmas colors (but still, complementary colors). And then both of them had a great fascination with making a silver (gray) color.
These paintings were my favorite because they explored with color. And they had a blast.
And here are the finished works:
The oldest finished two paintings. I noticed that she kept telling me that she wasn’t making anything. I told her that her paintings were very creative.
The youngest took a lot of time on this painting, where she really concentrated on the gray color. I couldn’t help but notice how much it reminded me of a Mark Rothko painting.
Do you think these two young ladies are artists in the making? I think it’s definitely a possibility. :-)