This past week, the watercolor instructor set up a still life of bottles. Glass, edges, shadows, reflections, transparency, things showing behind other things…it was a tangled morass both to draw and to paint. The method of instruction sort of feels like teaching someone to swim by throwing them into the deep end, but whatever. The four of us–there are only four students–sat there and figured it out and did our best. This is what I managed in a couple of hours. This is not considered finished, but I’ll be honest; I don’t have much enthusiasm for doing anything else with it right now.
But I will say I’m enjoying the class, because the chance to sit and draw and paint uninterrupted for a couple of hours…well, that just doesn’t happen normally in my life. So it’s a pleasure even sitting there frowning and squinting at bottles, if I have a pencil or paintbrush in my hand.
Apparently we were supposed to keep working on our apples and bring them back in to show her, so I am probably supposed to add more layers to those bottles. Instead, I fell in love with a red kuri squash in the supermarket over the weekend and took it home with the goal of painting it. Wednesday afternoon was so gorgeous, I took it outside and set it on a stump.
My attempt doesn’t really do it justice–especially the stump part. Phew. This is why I’m taking a class. I want to get better.
I’m going to keep trying to paint this squash–until it rots, I guess. It’s just so pretty, and it’s really redder than it looks, or at least I thought it was, until I started trying to mix colors to match, and then all these orange tones butted in too. This is the best reason to draw and paint, I think–because it helps you really see what you’re looking at. Anyway–I spent an hour or so outside in my yard Wednesday afternoon, on a gorgeous summer-like day in early October, painting. Pretty good use of time right there.