The teddy bears’ picnic
She had fallen in love with his yellow eyes.
Two more small paintings in gouache on paper. Trying to capture late summer colours, I always feel a little sad as summer draws to an end but it holds the promise of Autumn, my favourite season.
I have been working with gouache on paper for a couple of weeks now, it’s not a paint I have used much in the past. The idea is to just keep painting, anything and everything that appeals to me from day to day, moment to moment. I’m not trying to achieve anything in particular, I’m exploring, trying different techniques, making up for lost time I suppose. If it was possible to always paint I would.
I walked from Montpelier to Kingsdown, nothing spectacular, ordinary streets on a sunny day. My life is upside down and back to front at the moment, this short journey takes me to my parents house and the streets I played on as a child, I was interested in documenting this possibly to do some paintings.
Back to basics with some still life observational painting. Having lots of problems with WordPress, can barely type a sentence and have double images so will quickly post before the entire thing crashes.
Painting in gouache on paper. I’ve been experimenting with bold colour, composition and light and shadow. Adding a female character who is dancing? Screaming? Or just shopping.
It’s been a long time away from all things creative. I have just completed a years teacher training course and have learnt a lot but am left tired and somewhat confused. As yet the venture feels inconclusive, no nice beginning middle and end as planned. will I become a teacher? with no job secured for September I have no idea what the future holds.
As I try to gather my thoughts, rest my weary head and come up with a workable solution for myself and my family I have invariably returned to my first love, Art, for answers? solace? who knows, it’s my place, where I always return. This has been confirmed many times receantly by Facebook as it spits back memories from 2 or 3 years ago, yes, you were trying to draw, paint or craft your way out of a hole back then too.
when I screamed out my first memorable tantrum under a school easel aged 4 I knew I wanted to be an Artist and the teacher could insist all she wanted, I was not going to stop painting for a maths lesson !! so early memories of art and teaching, mixed messages, happiness and sadness, misunderstandings and the irrefutable fact that everyone else thought maths more important than Art!
It’s the summer holidays so I started with my daughter, a sometimes available and willing model. I also went back to basics with pencila nd paper. This was good for me, I forced myself to slow down, observe, think and re-connect.