I spent the weekend drawing and painting while my husband took the kids during the days for some bonding. After morning chores and I had the house to myself on Saturday, I relaxed and napped for a few hours before I scribbled and doodled in my sketchbook. I had so much fun at doing nothing that I felt guilty for goofing off. So I took out some photos and found a beautiful sunset one of a place where my father grew up.
Behind the farm where my father grew up.
I took some liberties with the drawing until I had a nice design, then I began painting in shapes. I got a nice drawing on my paper before hubby and the kids were home.
Today, alone again, I hurried back to my drawing and photo. I was both excited and worried: I wanted to paint, but I wasn’t sure how. Sometimes I like to attack the paper with my brushes loaded with paint and let the picture happen. So after a couple false starts I decided to begin with a gentle touch and “draw” the picture until I had something close to a copy of my photo. Then I loaded some brushes and let the paint do its magic.
My finished painting, dried with a hair blower/dryer set at low.
Below are 3 close-ups of some of the areas I like best. I tend to admire textures and mixtures after I’ve finished a painting. I think it’s an attraction I have to abstract design.
I love the yellow, red and blue mixes.
This area shows a delicate mix of muted colors.
I love the different textures of sky and land.
I think the weekend’s result was a surprising success. And it was very kind of my husband to give me some quiet time. I think he deserves something special for his thoughtfulness.