My husband picked this bitten by the frost very energetic apples from the apple tree near our driveway. So I decide to draw it to appreciate its wild tough beauty. And also I have a nostalgic memory about autumn apples from the book of Iris Murdoch I read many years ago. How I was longing in my Moscow apartment for that apple smell and lonely walks on the seashore. Rembrandt watercolor, filbert brush.
greyseal 7:39 pm on November 9, 2011 | #
Yum! The best (and most difficult) part of this great watercolor is the white paper you have managed to leave untouched. I could never be so disciplined to do so. How inspirational! Now I have GOT to get back to watercolors again.
Nikira 6:08 am on November 10, 2011 | #
Thank you Greyseal. I don’t think I am disciplined at all. It was just nothing to say on a paper. When I was studying years ago, our main tool was oil, and watercolor was just a preliminary study of objects to get to oil, so all special effects of watercolor as a technique were neglected, so later in life we had to rediscover it on our own. Still a lot to learn for me.