Lately I was feeling mute.
Writing is also talking in a way and I definitely didn’t feel like talking, even if it’s just characters talking in my head. Never the less the need of doing something apart from main things was getting to the level of itching of hands. And so last month I ended up directing my perception into colors instead of letters.
My choice landed on drawing with watercolors. Why? Drawing is silent as it can possibly be. And watercolor technique seemed always like a total magic of playing with water and pigmentation – somehow during childhood I didn’t have a chance to try watercolors and having no experience with it but adoring it at the same time assigned it in my box of “magical” know-hows.
So here are some pics I was trying last month:
prince of freaks
lonely house in mountains
cover my head with fire and ashes
just trying first time to draw a month, turned out somehow chipmunk-y
i really can’t draw flowers
tree in sun
flowers’ birth and explosion
Time to practise more and more!