Watercolor: Double Impatients

-for my guy, son Jonathan 

(okay, now that i look at it here..it needs more bright color in upper left..this

is a joke..i was trying to sweep color through the picture and dahhhh..it looks arghhhhhh dumb…

oh well, that is how we learn, right? the background isn't bad though. so yeah.

WATERCOLOR PLEIN AIR

Since beginning my blog I have posted only three (3) of my watercolors in the heading. "I've never talked about them! Wow, how did I miss that?"

The watercolor currently posted above (to the right as well) was painted during a watercolor class several years ago. The instructor is a member of the Pennsylvania Watercolor Society in Philadelphia. Her name escapes me at the moment. (Alice ?) I was extremely timid in my new found hobby and am just now working on confidence; I want to find my own style.

Alice took the class to a very narrow Pennsylvania road; one car and perhaps a motorcycle width with deep gulley's either side. Knowing I would struggle no matter what view I chose I decided to just plop myself where I was and ''go for it."

I was surprised and pleased with what I did. Today, I would add more depth of color/contrast. It looks stiff to me. I haven't named it yet either so I need to think about that too.

For motivation to get back into watercolor painting I have decided to take a class with Jean Uhl Spicer a published watercolorist; I cannot believe her class is close by in Wayne, PA.

Check her book out at:

http://www.amazon.com/Bright-Beautiful-Flowers-Watercolor-Spicer/dp/1581804083

POETRY: excerpt: Hiawatha's Childhood by H.W. Longfellow

"...And the West-Wind
               came at evening, 

Walking lightly o'er the prairie,
               Whispering to the leaves
                               and blossoms ,
 

Bending low the flowers and grasses,

Found the beautiful Wenonah,
       Lying there among the lilies,
 


Wooed her with his words of sweetness,
       Wooed her with his soft caresses, ...

By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.

Dark behind it rose the forest,
   Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, 
      Rose the firs with cones upon them;
        Bright before it beat the water,
Beat the clear and sunny water,
        Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water........"