I’ve been busy sketching again – on screen and off screen
I’m trying to find a way of working which combines both watercolour and digital media. I don’t want to work purely in the watercolour medium as, although this will give me something tangible to sell, it is the digital aspect which is going to allow me to promote my work. It will allow me to offer animation, based upon watercolour to prospective Patreons.
This is important, moreso as we move onto our narrowboat – very soon. The sketch above is one based in the garden where we currently reside, sketched on screen and off and features a bucket – I see it as easing me in to being by the water – one bucket at a time 🙂
I’m working on a range of cards, well several actually. The first range is a flower for every month of the year. They are drawn, then inked, then coloured. The photo above shows an advance look at January – Snowdrops. Each card in the range is a plant of the month in terracotta pots.
A thing I have to think about is moving my ‘Studio’ (such as it is) to a narrowboat as we’re purchasing one and moving onto the canals – exciting times. You can follow the progress over at Tales from the Bilge where rp is currently up to his virtual neck in oil and grease but hopefully not water.
Until the other, I had never seen a Kingfisher. I’d seen them in book and on nature programs, on TV but never in the flesh (or feather). I’ve been working on a pond in the garden over the last few months and the times paid off. The other morning, on the paving stone, sat a baby Kingfisher!
There are no fish in the pond, so he probably won’t be back but it was a special moment.
Not seconds after seeing the mysterious mouse, a second one appeared! Smaller in appearance and so oh so cute. He ran in and about and around but settled in an opening formed by a pile of bricks. He sat and watched. So I did as well.
It was a gorgeous Sunday afternoon and I was sat out with a cup of tea when something ran, just in the corner of my eyesight. Normally, I would be running for the hills (mice and I have history) but he* wasn’t inside, he was outside. In his domain. Looking closer, the little dishevelled mouse had stopped and was nestled in amongst a tree stump and moss, just stopped and waiting. I think the heat had got to him.
*I call him ‘he’ but I have no way of determining the sex of said mouse 🙂