Getting back to normal. The phrase makes ‘normal’ a place rather than a state of being. A safe place, perhaps. As I mentioned yesterday, the orchestra of colours:
There’s something so delicious about a paintbox, isn’t there?
I wanted to look at some ideas for summer trees, perhaps for some more leaf keeper bookmarks, but I think there is more potential here. I’m not sure yet what trees represent for me. Something to do with time and steadfastness? Recognising personal symbols can be difficult for someone who tends to think and analyse (over-analyse, in my case). A register of personal symbolism is surely more intuitive than that.
I took 6 sheets of 7″ x 12″ watercolour paper and taped them to a board. This is how I like to use watercolours. I get impatient waiting for wet paint to dry, so I work on half a dozen or so at a time. By the time I get to the sixth one, the first is dry enough to add more paint. I work very quickly – each one takes between one and ten minutes. I’m only aiming for an impression, a glimpse of something. It’s just standard sketchbook stuff, I suppose; just trying out ideas. It doesn’t matter if they’re not perfect, and none of them is particularly realistic.
I’m going to make these little pages into a sketchbook that is full of trees. Unreal, magical trees, in strange colours. More pictures tomorrow, perhaps.
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