You have to start somewhere, right?
I was an art major in school. Despite the copious homework dictating the creation of “artistic” project after project, I generally only met the bare minimum requirements. Although I loved drawing and painting and design work, I also loved cultivating a bright and active social life. It was around this time I discovered that Midori sours were really cool -gag me- and that a retro cover band played eighties music every Thursday night at a local college dive. Since I already had a real adult design job a year before graduation, I didn’t take any of it all too seriously.
Ten years later: Now only if I could remember what my watercolor teacher taught me about laying down washes. And how to avoid muddying up my paintings.
In short, it’s past time. Way past time. I’ve waited too long to pick this back up again. The principle of the slight edge works for and against you. So I figured it’s time to turn it back around in favor of me. I decide to paint the iconic scene from my last (and most incredibly awesome) backpacking trip: Rainbow Bridge.
First version on the left, second version on the right.
Taking a gamble and peeling off painter’s tape that has been on this board, around this square of watercolor paper since my illustration class in 2006. That was almost a decade ago -gulp-. Fortunately, the operation was successful.
Maybe I just need to find my style. I do like line. Fat black line. Embrace what you like, right? That’s part of being an adult. Go with what works for you. Yeah!
So here’s line, off to a promising start.
Aaaand…. maybe not so much. Since when does Bristol board swell up with little flecks? That could be an interesting texture, but I’m not a fan.
At least it’s a start.