Paper Size – 10×10 inches (25,5cm by 25,5cm)
Mediums – Prismacolor watercolour penicl crayons and Verithin coloured pencils and Faber Castell Pitt Artist Oens on Arches rough textured watercolour paper
I really enjoyed creating this fascinating piece. The sky took a copious amount of time as it’s pencil crayon only which is much more time consuming to render with than watercolour at times. I spent most evenings over the last week or two working on the sky alone to give it that soft and serene effect. Above is what it looked like before any pencil crayon had been added to the sky.
And late last week I also took a trip to the local art store and purchased some smooth hot press Arches watercolour paper to test out on next. I’ve been working with cold press and cold press rough and need a change of pace eh! Continue reading
Ever wonder what a tree would look like without leaves or blossoms growing on one side?
The new baby foliage on this tree faces the other way, giving good reason to believe the grass IS greener on the other side. Or in this behind the seasons look, Spring IS sprung on the other side.
I created this illustration in late 2008 using Windsor & Newton Watercolour, Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pens and Pilot Hi Tec C pens on Arches Watercolour paper. It measures 8 by 8 inches (20,3cm by 20,3cm).
Today, made me think about this illustration as tiny little buds are appearing on the trees outside which will soon turn into blossoms and leaves. I love Springtime and the awesome power it brings; both restoring and rejuvenating the life surrounding us.
Soon the lilacs bushes that line the North and part of the East side of my house will be opening. I snapped a picture of the little buds beginning to appear. I’m so excited that Spring is here, people.
I think this afternoon seeing as the sun is burning off the fog, I will start raking the dead leaves from the lawn and picking up the debris and garbage that always seems to appear after the snows of Winter melt. Hope you have a wonderful day and Happy Good Friday everyone!
The original illustration has since sold to an art collector here in Canada, however lovely archival prints are available in the shop.
I watched them pack sunflowers
I watched them pack autumn leaves
I watched them pack orange berries
amidst stems and wreaths
I watched them count
I watched them punch it in
I watched them count
I watched them pack
to oversize black garbage bags,
Autumns last breeze.
It will not compost
As it is mostly plastic
Nor be loved
or be seen for a million years
lest humans dig it up
in search of yesteryear.
I see things everyday not unlike you.
I do things everyday not unlike you.
Some of these things deeply concern me.
At 80% off they didn’t sell
I moved Christmas into it’s place.
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Mother Earth is a diva and the chalice is an IUD.
Could it be true?
It is Sunday. I have just woken from a nap. Earlier in the morning Eric drove from the Eastside to Downtown Vancouver to pick my Mom and I up from the hotel. It was 5:30AM then. It was raining then. The first rain Vancouver has seen since the arrival of my mom. My mom is the air now over Canada making her way back to her home in New Brunswick. And I already miss her. We had some breakfast at the airport. It was good. My head was hurting and my mom’s throat was sore. My nose has not stopped running since Tuesday. And yesterday my mom’s nose began running. I was sick with flu or a cold last week. Today it is beginning to end. My mom’s flu or cold is just beginning and now travelling across the country. She caught my Vancouver cold. Between my mom and I we ingested almost a whole bottle of tylenol extra strength this week. The mornings and late evenings were the roughest. The mucous just did not stop. A cough has set in now, telling me it’s almost over. The hot fevers of cold sweat are gone. The joint stiffness is gone.
And my mom is gone. And I miss her.
The sun is shining now. The clouds are dispersed, white and fluffy. The tears we shed are dissapating.
In awe, I am, with the kindred maternal weather system…