Exit Via Crush

Merry Christmas everyone.

Not the Greatest of Finishes

There are some nice parts to this painting, but overall not a whole lot to hang on to.  It did give me some things to think about though.  I think I am going to stretch four quarter sheets and see if these new ideas can hold up on a more forgiving scale.
But first I will finish this apple.

Hands Down the Best Smelling thing In Transparent Watercolor

Is there anything Rose Madder can’t do?

No, there is not.

Thanksgiving Break(through/down)

Most of this happened shortly before and shortly after Thanksgiving, but this truth did not lend itself to a blog title.  I apologize for the shadow, but make no concessions for the progress.

Bad Cloud Topography

Oh why won’t you work like I think you should!

Empty Something

Looking outside, I think I need to introduce a little more natural space in these.

The Clouds Fall Apart

Just kind of moving along and enjoying drawing cloud/continent lines.  Still thinking about the color and empty bands.

It Wasn’t Right, but Kept Us Dry

Not that strong of a drawing, but come on, its seagulls and infinite garbage.

The Clouds Look Different Since You Died

I hope using the 2nd person in the title doesn’t seem too over dramatic.  I really like the idea of “the clouds look different” and needed to add a dramatic time element to make sure that I was not referring to the current clouds but the continuous clouds or something like that.

Through the course of this painting I have really enjoyed exploring how closely clouds and continents look.  That seems important.  Clouds are ever changing but (sometimes for me at least) it is easy to feel they always look the same or not even notice them because it seems like they are the same clouds from yesterday.  Sort of like the continents, which in our lifetimes will pretty much always look the same even though they are always changing.  Two seemingly permanent things that are not really permanent at all, one hard to think of as permanent the other hard to think of as not.

At this point I still really like the bands of color/bands of no color.  A sometimes think of them as rivers but they are much more.

Details

Someone Must Have Said This Already, That Death Looked Like Geese and We Looked Like Death

I am not sure how a title this long will display, but I don’t have anything else to add.