Truth be told, I’m terrified of watercolours – the non-digital kind. You know, there’s no ‘ctrl z’ to undo my mess ups. And, I’m pretty sure that somewhere along the way, I made some sort of arbitrary decision that watercolour was just not my thing. That in itself created a kind of barrier. Why, oh WHY do we do these things to ourselves?
I recently got a watercolour travel set and I’m determined to overcome my bothersome fear. After all, I’m a big girl. I can do this.
But I still started on just my regular ol’ sketchbook paper – too timid to use the actual watercolour stuff. Geez Julie, get over yourself!
I am. Slowly, slowly.
I think part of it is time – or a fierce lack thereof. I may find it easier to throw caution to the wind if time weren’t always such a suffocating factor. But, until I can properly schedule my time, baby steps will have to do. Though trust me, making a proper schedule is on my to do list.
I left the kids with my husband today and skitted off to a little section of the Lachine Canal not too far from where we live. It was serene amid the hustle and bustle of the burgeoning burrough of Petite-Bourgogne.
The benefit of starting with my inexpensive sketch paper was the added freedom of not caring if I made a mess of things, which allowed me to speed along with more of a sense of reckless abandon. I love the feeling of sketching quickly. There’s nothing quite like it. When I started adding colour in, I layered it slowly and thought about shape and tonal dynamics. I could have increased the contrast more, but I grew restless and moved on.
It’s not that I haven’t ever tried on proper watercolour paper – I’ve just failed miserably at it. I’ll try again – perhaps next time.
Have you been out sketching this summer? Le me know in the comments. Post your links!