I was out of town awhile in May and June, and while I had brought a few art supplies with me, It wasn't conducive to do much more than a commission I had been working on. My thoughts were all over the place, much as they have been this entire summer. So I bought a sketchbook and started just playing. I have not used sketchbooks for my watercolors, simply because the paper is not usually high quality, so I don't like the outcome. But this time is different. I am not pressuring myself to DO anything. I'm just seeing what emerges as my thoughts come and go. There is an ease that comes with putting down on paper the fleeting ideas and reflections of beauty that come my way without the commitment of a full painting.
I'm letting that be enough. Even though I need to be painting and selling my art, the fact is that unless it comes from an authentic place of love and meaning, it simply doesn't work. So my little sketchbook is being filled, and this week, a friend of mine (thank you Lance!) sent me a link to a website where a woman makes her own pigments out of plants in her yard. Intrigued, I tried it. It was so freeing and exciting to see what happened on the paper.
For this painting I crushed up the spent flowers of my deep pink Purslane, added a bit of boiling water, and used some honey for the binder. It actually worked beautifully for these little pale pink flowers I painted.
"Creativity is a continual surprise."