Changing up my art media recently made me understand a bit more what people have often told me, “watercolor is the hardest medium”. It’s difficult to see something as hard if you do not have a comparison.
I used to do pastels, acrylic and lots of other creative things – sewed clothing, crocheted, knitted etc. but it’s been awhile since I really used another visual media seriously, like maybe twenty years. I used to think that getting up in front of people to speak, teach, sing and act was a lot harder than watercolor painting – in the trepidation factor anyway! Fear tends to fade the more you face it.
A mentor of mine, Phyllis Higgins, once explained that hundreds of decisions are made hourly when you mix pigments together. It’s tiring and all-consuming, to concentrate on a section of paper for hours at a time. Watercolor painting adds the element of transparency and requires you to think constantly, “how much?” “when?” “where?” “should I wait?”… this causes some degree of mental exhaustion.
Watercolor painting has been with me since I was eleven, so creating work with this medium has become very natural – sort of like coloring with crayons. Most things worked at diligently do go from conscious to subconscious at some point of mastery. I have not yet mastered the art of Japanese Sumi-e, but below are a few more pieces, a start to something larger.
Painting with black ink also requires thought, but less to the degree that you are only diluting black ink to make different shades of gray. These were really fun to paint. “I like it loose!” as my old painting friend, Frank Sheard, used to say!
Very clearly shines a memory: A large ink painting of a rural Chinese landscape that was approximately two by four feet, hung on the wall of the Taipei Airport as my sister and I passed by on our way home from our month in Taiwan. It was beautiful, striking in it’s detail and simplicity. Black, gray tones and white made up the mountains and small shack, that’s all I remember of the scene – but no other color.
In April, the Japan Society of NYC held a fundraiser for victims of the Fukushima earthquake and nuclear disaster. I attended and learned a few new things. One was taking a short class in Japanese Shodo – calligraphy. Again, black ink is used with a brush to “speak”. This short calligraphy workshop really helped me want to return to ink painting.
Below, a wild orchid “speaks” a message of it’s delicate, gentle beauty. Again, my photography isn’t great, sorry, the peonies are both really blurry. Please forgive that part of this post!
Horses At Play and Rest
At the very beginning of my art “career”, I went around to my classmates in first grade, asking them if my drawings of horses looked like horses. They were all very kind and told me they did…I kept those early pieces for a long time and really, my classmates were being very generous. But I didn’t quit, I kept going and learned through much study and effort how to draw a horse from many angles. These were done from memory after taking a look at an online Asian horse tutorial.
Asian horses always seem to have a distinctive style and be poorly fed, their ribs often stick out!
The Rooster is a common sight in just about every corner of the world except citified America. We raised many roosters from chicks over the years – Black Australorp, Highland 55, Barred Rock, Buff Orpington, Fighting Cocks, etc.
An Araucana-cross, mixed with a rare strain of Deleware, became my favorite. Jonah was kind and good to his hens and me. The folks who gave him to us said they named him because “Jonah was the last one left”….we think they meant “Noah”, but Jonah kept his name.
A complete gentleman, Jonah was always thinking of how to feed his hens before himself. If we gave them some grapes, which he loved, he would pick one up and put it down again, chortling to his hens to come, see and eat. He really seemed to knew that he and I were responsible to see his hens were watered and fed throughout the long snowy winters…
…it was a really delightful time! We filled just about every vase in our home – blue glass to antique crystal. That short-term job helped me buy plane fare for my year in New Zealand. Flowers open doors =)
I worked earlier this Spring in a floral shop over Mother’s Day and a couple weeks after that. Peonies came in season and arrived at our shop, reminding me of the peony-sorting job. It was fun to paint these from those memories.
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever. ~ Isaiah 40:8