A good old fashioned thunderstorm complete with dark, heavy, ominous looking clouds, lightening and thunder rolled through last night. I love storms. It cooled down and the sun is shining this morning and I realized
- I was storm gawking and didn’t get a blog post published….and…
- The build up, storm and release fit my mood yesterday and this morning.
I packed an entire suitcase full of art supplies for this trip and each day I told myself I am going to use it and each day passed and I didnt. I told myself it is out of sight and therefore out of mind…so I unpacked it, but, I still didn’t use it. This has been going on for over a week.
Yesterday was hot and I didn’t feel like cleaning or doing any of the house projects on my list…so I got the watercolours out and attempted to paint. It was a disaster. I am relatively new to watercolour, it fascinates me but my love is for oils; it is hard to travel with all the oil painting accoutrements.
Watercolour is easier to travel with and it is also a challenge. It is the opposite of oils. You paint light to dark as opposed to dark to light. Oils are instinctual for me and helps me to activate Zen-brain. Watercolour is something that I need to contemplate and work at. Most of the time I find it to be a lesson in futility but the true lesson is in relinquishing control.
I can not control watercolour any more than I could control last night’s storm and that’s ok. In fact, for me that is great. I live too much in my head with too many ideas and too many plans. It’s nice to have something that pushes you out of your comfort zone.