:: All hushed and still within the house ::

All hushed and still within the house;
Without – all wind and driving rain;
But something whispers to my mind,
Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again? Why not again?
Memory has power as real as thine.
— Emily Brontë

After having bought most of our train tickets for our England trip this morning, I went to my new beautiful painting/work studio and painted inside, with heat, lights and some nice music on to put the gloom out of the day! Thankfully they are announcing that starting this Thursday we will have near summer temperatures and see the sun again.

The weather here in Quebec is awful this year. It is cold and wet! The trees, grass and shrubs seem to love it as the greens are resplendent and lush… now my job is to capture this greenness right? Well, not so fast! When do you stop splashing on paint? So that the painting is not overdone? How do you convey those soft spring like greens on paper? I guess that this lesson comes with experience, time, a mindful eye and sometimes you get it just right, and some other times, less. When the watercolour has a bead in it, I am painting and not dry-brushing! Yeah!

Sketchbook: Handbook field watercolor journal, 10″ x 7″
Fountain Pen: Platinum Desk Pen Black — Extra Fine – DP-1000AN-Red (for Larry)
Ink: Noodler’s Lexington Grey
Colours: Hansa Yellow Light (DV), Raw Sienna (DS), Burnt Sienna (W&N) Cobalt Blue (W&N) and Pyrrol Crimson (DS)
Location: Studio painting