Paper: Arches Watercolor Cold Pressed
Size: 22x28
The beauty of being an artist is that you look, linger, absorb nature in ways maybe most do not. Just the other day, I couldn’t get over the color, movement, and wisps of the clouds. I think I looked for about an hour, lost in the magnificence of them. Then, I closed my eyes attempting to remember where the light hit, how the blue broke through the white, and the vastness of it all. Painting has caused me to study beauty in ways I wish everyone could enter into. We are surrounded, and it’s my hope to capture but a little of it to share with the world thru my eye, and the dance of my brush.
The beauty of being an artist is that you look, linger, absorb nature in ways maybe most do not. Just the other day, I couldn’t get over the color, movement, and wisps of the clouds. I think I looked for about an hour, lost in the magnificence of them. Then, I closed my eyes attempting to remember where the light hit, how the blue broke through the white, and the vastness of it all. Painting has caused me to study beauty in ways I wish everyone could enter into. We are surrounded, and it’s my hope to capture but a little of it to share with the world thru my eye, and the dance of my brush.
Paper: Arches Watercolor Cold Pressed
Size: 22x28