Oh, today has been grand.
This morning I sat in the garden and had breakfast. This is blog worthy, as it means we actually have the weather for it! It wasn’t too hot, bit breezy, and lovely sunshine.
After, I surveyed the grounds. Which took about 12 steps as my garden is postage stamp sized. My very elderly wisteria is in full bloom. It’s the purple variety, and it’s beautiful. It’s one of my favourite flowers (geek fact that just down the road in Devon there is the UK’s oldest wisteria. It’s trunk is as twistedly beautiful as it’s blossom).
So I spent till lunch sketching and painting outside -and I used watercolour. Mainly this was in homage to cyber buddies Laura and Margaret , who are taking part in a daily paint-a-thon, the main theme being to challenge yourself.
Well, I like watercolour, it just doesn’t like me. Actually, this isn’t the worst watercolour I’ve ever done. I thought it was the best medium to capture the delicate wisteria blossom. Perhaps I should give it a go in oils too.
I have to be in the mood for flowers. Most of the time I work loose, but very occasionally I have the urge to get involved in something more detailed, usually a drawing. It provides a nice soothing pace to get lost in. I love the act of looking when I draw in detail…I tend to look at shapes, particularly negative shapes to draw, and to me it’s like a satisfying jigsaw puzzle.
Afterwards, me and the man took the dog to the local lake for a nice stroll. Bliss.
However, since then it’s gone down hill a bit. Let’s just say it involves a small boy, a dentist appointment and too many biscuits, if there can be such a thing in an eleven year olds life.