How Bout Them Apples

I really like to water color because it is so unpredictable.  You never know what the paint is going to do.  You can try to control it to some extent just by knowing your brushes, the amount of water to have on the tip and mastering the color mixing.  My watercoloring probably started when I was too young to remember.  Playing with my spaghetti and rubbing it in my platinum blonde hair and having my Dad laughing at me encouraging me to add more meat sauce. 

My first water color was in Architecture College with Professor Albanese a million years ago.  I will never forget how smug he was *because he would bring back all these perfect watercolor paintings from his Greece trips with students*. I mean they were really epic. Ok, I hate epic too. Sorry. How about they were really CHOICE.  Well he told us to paint a still life so there I was with Jeffrey in the study room of our dorm.  Well the lighting was shit but there was the green apple and a red apple and I was just studying the light and painting exactly what I saw.  It turned out amazingly good.  When I posted my painting *no not on the internet, there was no yahoo back then* on the grey homosote tack board wall of the studio. Albanese was all ready to dole out his criticism of all these rookie painters.  Then he came across my apples and he was quiet.  There was that quiet knowing again.   I am a natural. I love to watercolor.  This is what I have been up to this week. Sewing machine is taking a back seat until our client who wants this house his own special way is satisfied.  I hope he is this Saturday morning when Jeffrey and I reveal the finished painting and floor plans.  I still have many layers of paint to go.

Take 2 asprin and soak the watercolor paper in your tub and then staple to a strong homosote board before you go to bed. Watercolor dreams.