Laying down washes

Today I’m laying down washes on watercolor paper This consists of the following equipment:

  • watercolor paper in blocks (i do about a dozen at once) various sizes
  • large and extra large  brushes http://www.dickblick.com/brushshapes/ovalwash/
  • tubes/pans of watercolors
  • water in a tub
  • clean old bath towel
  • sponge or spray bottle
  • palette or flat tray for paint
  • resists – oatmeal, salt of different sizes, wax beads, other objects such as bolts/nuts, or threads, leaves etc.

I start by setting up the colors I plan to use on the paintings. I arrange them on the palette where there is room, and always add a dab of white gauche. I keep a set of pan type watercolors also nearby.

Next I start wetting all the paper on the blocks with a soaking wet sponge, or spraying them until fairly soaked.

Then I begin the process of painting a large extremely pale wash that will break the surface of the paper visually. I bring in heavier layers of color, sometimes thick in pools and drop in my resists.

After that, I use smaller finer brushes size 8 or 10 and get some more distinct lines or shapes set in. Or I use a large squirrel oval dry brush or scumble in some textured areas.

And now…we wait for them to dry. Depending on the day and the amount of water used, it could take hours or overnight. Once I pinned large single sheets of Arches paper out on the balcony and the wind kicked up and took them away. I drove around my neighborhood searching and found them…wrapped around trees and fence-posts.

Lehigh Art Alliance Show

Binding Spell #2 - A. Bessesdotter

Watercolor and Ink – Title: Binding Spell #2 Goddess of the DuskMoon, Katadw the Three Theives and their twisted tongues from speech which would harm thee. This piece won the Air Products Foundation award.

Currently 2 pieces of my work are on display at the LAA 76th Annual Show at the State Theatre in Easton, Pa. The Fate of the Ocullah is below.

Watercolor and Ink. Title: We put our feet up on the bluffs at the Parsigerran seaside resort at twilight in the Erbridean millicosm and discussed the campaign, where we erred and the ordained fate of the Ocullah.

Chen Arts Group

Chen Arts Group has a show ‘Walking on the Edge’ at the Antonio Salemme Foundation in Allentown, PA from Jan 22 2011 through Feb 4 2011.

My work is represented there by 2 pieces:

Evil Eye Spell #212, vanadenite crystal assemblage inside the circle of the spell, amethyst for protection, chains of Nazars descend from the riverblue Binding, Magemusic Fanfare, Ariadne’s thought-catchers, anchored in the wisdom of Sulphurous seafoam. 24 X 36 Watercolor and Ink

Invocation III, psychic reverie, charm-unit of crystalline diadems, silver gilt sash binds dissident emotwrols. The ring of beryl green burgeons forth a fresh life, audacious aspects skyward flie, round down back around roseflower thrives to sing her wood thrushes song. 24 X 36 Watercolor and Ink

Darkest of Nights

There is a color that almost imperceptible in the night sky.It is more blue than black, more violet than blue.Clear skies make it have a deep pile carpet-like feel.Hazy nights have a vapor that lingers, celestials steadfastly riding amid the mist.
As easy as it might seem I am not able to easily reproduce this color in paintings, I can get close, but the luminous clarity is always just an edge away. The natural world is bewildering.

AuroraDate 9.1.10

A sliver of light, still twilight, still nightshade with a resonant glow of the sliver of pink light is just across my horizon this diffused morning. A night of half sleeps, Aurora begins on this date. It is too early, it is also too late in some ways. Never really too late, but we regret waiting for good change and feel the too-lateness-of-it-all.
There is work, so much work, always the work, like Larkin’s Toad it can feel heavy and yet I actually thrive when I have a place to direct my mental energy. So let the dawn arrive in my life, I am anxious for it to begin, yet hesitant to have it actually start, I am not ready, I am beyond ready oh let me just enjoy this feeling of standing at the edge–it may pass too soon.