Well, I used the correct ink on this one and it turned out better.
This is the first painting of thick gouache. Painted over it in Black Magic ink but didn’t take a picture.
After washing off the ink. The black ink stayed on the white paper just how I wanted! Much easier to go back in and make marks when you get a ready made background!
Friday and it’s looking nice out there. Have a good weekend!
I came across this painting I had given to my sister. It is quite old although I don’t know the exact date. It is inscribed “to Jane with all my love”. My sister was my biggest fan; she always said when she retired she’d be my agent. I wish she had lived to accomplish that goal.
I’ve always liked drips and this is an early example. I think it’s straight watercolor. Another gloomy day in NJ but the daffodils and forsythia are blooming. Spring: soon!
Yes, it looks okay but artists, check your ink before you do a gouache resist!
The gouache underpainting before inking. The idea of the resist is that the Higgins Black Magic ink will stay on the white paper and the gouache will stay-fading a bit in the process but giving a cool look.
Painting over the gouache. Unfortunately I did not check the ink. It was Higgins but not the right kind, just regular India ink.
As you can see, the black ink washed off. Darn! I’ve done this before. What to do? I promised Kerfe I’d post something today. Only way to save it was to paint the background in so I did. I will try another one of these this week and will be more careful this time!
My daughter challenged me to a timed painting of a photo I had just taken of Birdman. It was a cool challenge. Never tried it in my life!
Here’s Birdy with the painting. That’s my husband’s Navajo rug in the background. It’s been hanging on that bannister for years.
Finally a little sunshine here but more snow coming I heard : (.
I’m not sure this is finished even though I signed it. I’ve had a few things going painting-wise and hope to keep the momentum going.
Couple of close ups of parts of the painting I like.
I messed with the top image in editing it. That’s why it doesn’t even look like the same painting : ).
I don’t know if it’s the new moon or spring approaching but I had in my head to just start splashing color around and see where it took me. This is watercolor, gouache and Black Magic ink. I kind of like it and it was fun to work on.
Driving yesterday I saw all these blackbirds on a lawn and felt happy. Spring must be coming! Today I woke up to huge flakes of snow and predictions of high winds later.
Probably will be an easy work day as people never like to go out in bad weather. And it’s Friday.
I apologize for not posting more. As usual, a gentle nudge from Kerfe made me sit down and do this quick image of what I saw yesterday. And I saw some green shoots coming up as well.
This is the painting I did from the sketch the other day. I don’t know why I painted in the little spinning object on the left. I don’t remember why I did it but it’s okay.
My dilemma with this painting is that I was about to paint in some branches on the tree tops. Then I sort of liked it as it was. What do you think? Does it need some branches?
Detail of the spinning or tumbleweed image. It has all the colors in the painting in it. A very fun piece to paint and I really love gouache.
I sat down over the weekend and got some painting done. Yay! I had started this portrait of my mother in black and white and messed with it.
I had the paint really heavy on her face at one point so I pressed a paper towel over it. It came out like a weird ghost.
That reminded me how much fun it really is to paint. I’ve got something else started which I hope to finish today. Here’s a sketch done on the first page of a new watercolor block which happens to be black.
And the same image filled in with some color.
All in all a pretty productive weekend. And still no sign of sun in Northern NJ.
Another self portrait: from a photo of me at around age five (?). I had cut a chunk out of my bangs. I still chop off my hair sometimes when it gets too long and then have to get an emergency appointment with a professional.
I added a few things in the background that were iconic to me. The zither had sheets of music that you put under the strings and plucked the corresponding strings. The little jukebox (all busted up now) played a song when you put a penny in. The white horse was a piece I got at some junk shop; I remember my mother being amused that I spent my babysitting money on a little object like that. I had a happy childhood.
Here’s the zither and the little jukebox. The white horse is lost to history.