What started out as a serious exploration of watercolour blending quickly turned silly. The left hand side you see here was originally the top, until I held the paper up to let gravity work its magic on the paint flow and this funny sad face appeared. And I found myself enhancing it with a few details.
So if you stand back, it’s just splashes of lovely bright colours. Up close it becomes something which might frighten a small child.
In the many artistic endeavours I’ve come across in the blog world there are some things I really like and some I don’t, and some that don’t particularly move me one way or the other although I can always appreciate the creative process. Art is a very subjective thing. And artists are sometimes their own worst critics and very hard on themselves. Writers are like this too, humbled by what they feel is better work than their own, when it might simply be different – not more or less, not better or worse.
A little humility is a good thing, and working to be better is admirable. But we should also strive for self-confidence and feeling good about who we are and what we do. Drawing the line at turning into raving egotistical nut jobs of course. It’s a fine balance.
All that was a long convoluted way to get to the part where I say positive things about my art. Even when it’s not likely to end up in the Louvre. Yes, I did just roll my eyes.
I absolutely love these colours, and the hinted at flowers and the splatters of ink. I love that I’ve learned how too much blending turns into a muddy brown and how I will learn to avoid that in the future. And I love that I can see faces where they weren’t necessarily meant to be.
Happy Thursday! I love that I always appear to know what day of the week it is too. Yay me.
Breathing Space 
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