I trained in hospitality. Our practical cookery lecturer, Edwin Fellows was a stickler for mis en place and clean as you go. Over forty years later I employ both ethe when creating food and art.
Perhaps it has taken on the flavour a of ritual, getting everything ready before starting and keeping the workplace clean and tidy. I can appear a bit of a headless chook, during the process.
Morning commutes and stilling my mind before Morpheus leads me away brought forth the inspiration for this week’s picture.
Ovoids of citrus lemon and orange paired with turquoise from the sea. The black ink pen is running out and I have not sought out my fountain pen and 1980s black Quink ink from the shed. The bubbles are drawn in coloured pencil.
Today, I have taken a bank day from work. Tomorrow is the anniversary of the day we moved into our new home.
My husband, M. Took these photographs around the back garden, last week.
Living in a regional area has enabled us to tick off a number of requirements from our house wish list. This in turn has led to an improved standard of living for us and Stan:
Over the past year, we have lived frugally without a credit card. We have learned to notice and appreciate the activity of crows, magpies, lorikeets, and miner birds. Also, we understand the significance of severe weather warnings and the levels of flood alerts.
Unfortunately, we are further away from friends. They know they are always welcome to visit and they do.
I will brazenly prostitute myself for the chance of being rewarded with free stuff. I am delighted if a free cloth bag contains paper and pens. And boy do I hoard them.
Around a decade ago in Sydney, the local office supply company, Office Works were giving customers a bag weighed down with pencils, pens, pencil case, and bookmarks.
The pink, green, and purple ink pens used in today’s mixed media abstract picture are from that boon. I used the pens to outline the ovoids, washed over with watercolour and drew the shapes again on top.
The stamped circles were outlined in Lipton’s decaffeinated tea with paint added while wet.
This week’s watercolour and ink painting is inspired by the autumnal colours of nature in the garden.
The following poem recounts the words that flooded my mind this morning as I made coffee; before starting to paint.
Flow freely
Refreshingly delicious fragrance
of freshly cut green blades springing back
after an autumnal shower
flow freely upon the softly caressing eastern breeze
wafting from bay to shore
drenched with less intense intermittent rays
between fast floating fluffy whites
illuminating tropical greens pinks purples reds oranges
and curling fronds swish as they wave
turning towards swaying saplings
with tantalising glimpses of ancient gargantuan branches
frantically rustling in their dance further inland
In my mind during the week leading up to this week’s mixed media painting, I thought dark green flowing into yellow. When it came to mixing the colours yesterday, I loved the green so much, I felt pink was needed.
I started the painting in portrait to encourage the colours to flow and mingle.
Last week’s stamped rings were achieved by applying watercolour to the rim of a drinking glass with a brush. This week I dipped the edge of a deeper rimmed glass into paint in a saucer, resulting in more strongly defined circles.
My husband commented the colours looked subdued. I explained they were step one.
With the picture turned around to landscape, I added green, pink, red, and black bubbles. This draws out the creative process and extends my enjoyment.
As it was a warm sunny Autumn day, I took a break yesterday so that we could spend a couple of hours in the spa.
Coming back to the painting this morning, there was very little to add.
My first watercolour and ink abstract; flight of fancy.
I painted the watercolour first then overlaid purple ink. I also had a go at watercolour stamped rings using the rim of a drinking glass.
I may go back to add some more bubbles.
This year my sister would have been sixty. As Mardi Gras is in the air, I authored the following poem in their memory, Gossamer consonance.
There is a photo of me from the same event at the end of this post.
Well my friends the time has come
All night long fond memories
Of us boogieing on down
In Blackpool of ‘84
My wistful sister dreams as
Lionel Ritchie serenades
Confident dragon hearted
A helping hand and support
With impish sense of humour
The eighties is our time to
Raise the roof and have some fun
Throw away the work to be done
Curious invert spirits joined
Relishing life’s offerings
And let the music play on
Play on play on
Everybody sing everybody dance
Lose yourself in wild romance
Australia with my soul mate
French lorry driver for Sis
Our gossamer consonance stretched
Ten thousand miles forty years
I imagine them beyond the veil
Forever young partying under
Perpetual mirrorballs
Yeah once you get started
You can’t sit down
Come join the fun
It’s a merry-go-round
Everyone’s dancing
Their troubles away
Come join our party
See how we play
This week’s watercolour started off in a similar vein as previous ones. A collection of five shapes overlapping.
I wanted to experiment with olive green, purple, and a caramel yellow. The yellow turned out more buttercup than browned sugar. I don’t mind the contrasting result.
Then I started adding Cheerio like hoops. My husband thinks I was subliminally channeling the cheerfulness surrounding the first Australian concert at the Melbourne Cricket Ground last night, resulting in a homage to Taylor Swift.
I can get overwealmed with posting on social media and holding myself to account to do so.
Lately, I have tried sharing a snippet of a watercolour on Instagram with the whole picture being available here on WordPress. I imagine this is what the audience of each platform wants.
This enhanced and cropped image is from yesterday’s picture. I immediately thought, ovoids kissing!
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