Guys… I haven’t cut/primed a hardboard from scratch since college and boy howdy does it show. Behold, the glory of failure!
I’m having a bad day. I woke up crying from a nightmare, I was almost too tired to get out of bed, I cracked my phone screen, and my false tooth popped out. But in the words of Gerard Way, “We carry on” so here’s the process for random little watercolor for my last little frame.
Who hates wasting paint? I do. Every clump of dried up paint on my canvas translates to nickles and dimes and well… Momma didn’t raise a wasteful child. I’ve eaten enough leftovers that I now have minor waves of anxiety when I even think about throwing food away. Color is hard. I never really got … More Adding depth to your boring flat colors despite your fear of commitment
Well, nothing is on fire.
I brought a wild random plant in thinking, “Oh, I shall save this innocent earth life from the impending winter frost!” It was 80 that week and now I’m left with a shriveled corpse in a baby food jar grave of dirt. But here’s a sketch of it from when it was alive.
I haven’t done a self-portrait since my pseudo-nude “vulnerability” one from undergrad. We won’t speak of the pseudo-nude “vulnerability” one from undergrad.