Some sunflowers in the garden broke off during a storm and thus wound up in a rather small vase on the dining room table, still looking great. I tried to catch this in a watercolour. Not particularly satisfied with the result, but still, here it is.
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A huge agapanthus on the backyard terrace came into bloom this week and provided a nice subject for a quick watercolour sketch.
Trying sepia J.Herbin in new book, Hemp Sketch(6×6). I saw someone (on Flickr) in India doing watercolor in Hemp book with effect of a rice paper, so I had to get this book on my yesterday’s trip to Manhattan. But it made in different countries, his in Malasia, so paper is not the same. May be his was Hemp Watercolor? Anyway, tried my new Falcon here.
Lupins in the awesome friends’ garden – watercolour in a pocket NB
I can paint them this good four out of five times – on a good day that is!
To describe how rich they are here is MPFC part of Denis Moore…
Caption: England, 1747
(Sounds of a coach and horses, galloping)
Moore (John Cleese): Stand and deliver! Drop that gun!
(The coach comes to a halt. The drivers hold up their hands, but the postilion reaches for a gun. Moore shoots him.)
Moore: Let that be a warning to you all. You move at your peril, for I have two pistols here. I know one of them isn’t loaded any more, but the other one is, so that’s one of you dead for sure, or just about for sure anyway. It certainly wouldn’t be worth your while risking it because I’m a very good shot. I practice every day, well, not absolutely every day, but most days in the week. I expect I must practice four or five times a week, at least four or five, only some weekends… like last weekend, there really wasn’t the time, so that moved the average down a bit. I should say it’s definitely a solid four days’ practice every week… at least. I mean, I reckon I could hit that tree over there… the one just behind that hillock, not the big hillock, the little hillock on the left. You can see the three trees, the third one from the left and back a bit – that one – I reckon I could hit that four times out of five… on a good day. Say, with this wind… say, say seven times out of ten.
Squire (Terry Jones): What, that tree there?
Moore: Which one?
Squire: The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left.
Moore: No, no, not that one.
Girl (Carol Cleveland): No, no, he means the one over there. Look, you see that one there?
Girl: Well now, go two along to the right.
Coachman: Just near that little bush.
Girl: Well it’s the one just behind it.
Squire: Ah! The elm.
Moore: No, that’s not an elm. Al elm’s got sort of great clumps of leaves like that. That’s either a beech or a… er… hornbeam.
Parson (Eric Idle): A hornbeam?
Moore: On no, not a hornbeam. What’s the tree that has a leaf with sort of regular veins coming out and the veins go all the way out to the…
Moore: …to the serrated edges.
Parson: A willow!
Moore: Yes, that’s right.
Parson: That’s nothing like a willow.
Moore: Well it doesn’t matter, anyway. I can hit it seven times out of ten, that’s the point.
Parson: Never a willow.
Moore: Shut up! This is a hold-up, not a botany lesson. Right! Now my fine friends, no false moves please. I want you to hand over all the lupins you’ve got.
Moore: Yes, lupins. Come on, come on.
Parson: What do you mean, lupins?
Moore: Don’t try and play for time.
Parson: I’m not, you mean the flower lupin?
Moore: Yes, that’s right.
Squire: Well we haven’t got any lupins.
Moore: Look, my fine friends. I happen to know that this is the Lupin Express.
Squire: You must be out of your tiny mind.
Moore: Get out of the coach. Come on, get out!
(They exit the coach. Moore enters it and comes out with an armful of lupins.)
Moore: Just as I thought, not clever enough my fine friend. Come on, Concorde! (Gallops off)
Squire: Well, so much for the lupins.
Chorus (sings): Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, galloping through the sward,
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, and his horse Concorde.
He steals from the rich and gives to the poor,
Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.
Flowers. Experimenting with fierce colours, using my new tin of Rembrandt watercolours in a watercolour moly.
Smile for February? This is actually a little old, from the past summer but hey it’s a smile. First post whatt?
But yeah it’s my mom.
Hummingbird and Flowers
I had a few minutes this morning and decided to try losing myself in shapes (Bob gave me the idea in a comment a few days ago http://www.skineart.com/art/11572/fire-and-ice-iia-flame-bird-resplend/#comments). The hummingbird started things off and then the flowers were more conscious experiments in building larger shapes out of smaller ones.