Wait that’s not the brush I used to paint the brush strokes or stamp the stigmas but everything about these blooms is me. I stamped with the back of a paintbrush. I sporadically mixed a wonderful peach. And the warm yellow, it was great. Then, I wanted more pink. Let’s just say this wasn’t a happy mistake. I went through four sheets of good watercolor paper. I kept trying to recreate the peach tone. I kept trying to paint the strokes. It just wasn’t working. The more I tried the further I deviated from the freeness that allows me to paint.
So why is all of this me? This painting session was about what happens when I let go, when I let go of what should or could be and simply paint. Yes paint like the young spirits who in the moment, ooed and awed over randomly mixing tones of green. They painted like true artists. No one gave them permission. They just painted. That’s how I paint when I’m painting blooms. Some ideas work and others are filled with brilliant lessons.
Now that’s the me I want more of. Here’s to the peach flowers that led to this post. What a lesson! These pink blooms are me coming back to all that is me, the color, the texture, and peace. I’ve been painting lots of paper collage flowers. More on that tomorrow.
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Siempre,
Mireya
Color. Nature. You.- Creatively Hue 