I forget what number I'm on . . .

Our red barn

I guess that's a good sign.

I'm creating more and keeping count less.

And loving it.

No quit . . .

Landscape #5

So tickled with the way this sky turned out and loving the play.  Completely unexpected - done by blotting the wet paint with a paper towel.  I was trying to catch a runaway stream of water and this came to be as a runaway contrail.  I am learning that for now, control is out of my control and I need to let the water do the work.  Sound easy?  Relaxing and letting things flow.

Still in progress . . .

Knowing when to quit . . .

Thistle

You quit when going any further just complicates that thing.  

I am learning that sometimes you need to stop and let it rest.

That messing with it is just annoying it.

So you drop it and start on the barn in the backyard.

So much to learn.

Such as how to keep it from looking like it's sitting on top of a pile of snow.

And the test paper looks like I've bled all over it.

Watercolor ain't for sissies.