A watery kick-off
It’s fitting that it is on the second anniversery of my father’s death that I bring out his and my own water colours and kick of with my painting again. I’m feeling a bit sad and the grief is awake again, but it also feels very good to share out common art form like this.
I have no intention of painting any masterpieces today. Today, my main goal is to remember how this is done. How I used to do it. To find whatever technique I had and translate it into a technique I can use today. The best part with this is I don’t have to be good at it. I just want to have fun with it.
Since it’s been so long since last time, I felt I had to swatch all the colours. The two upper lines are from my dad’s palett, the one and a half bottem lines are my own colours. Some are the same, and I think I might have to get some more in time.
Not to mention I want to get myself some more paper. I very much enjoy painting small, for some reason, so I am going to get myself small papers. I don’t really know why that is, but I’ve enjoyed painting small for a very long time. Maybe because it isn’t that time consuming, maybe because I am lazy. Who knows – and I don’t really care.
In all honesty, it’s a bit scary, this. I haven’t done this for so long, and I usually don’t do things if I’m not good at them. So, in my own opinion, I really need to game up if I am to reach the level I used to be at. And I have every intention to, although I realize it may take some time. But I’ll let it (even though I am one of the impatient people).
I’m sitting here, reluctant to begin because I am nervous I won’t be satisfied with what I do. How ridiculous isn’t this idea? But that’s where I’m at. Since I want to consider myself brave, however, I am going to start. The paper is moist and ready for colour. I just need to finish cheating by writing this post, and then get started.
What I do know is that I am going to honour myself and my dad. I am going to honour the things we had in common. This will, to me, be one of the ways to re-connect with my dad, despite the fact that he’s two years dead this very day.