Childish… and orange
When I was a kid, my dad would bring home tins of watercolor paint at the end of the school year (he was a middle school industrial arts teacher.) You know the type I’m talking about?
Initially, I would have a blast. I’d put down paint and that was so satisfying. And so, I’d put down another color. And another. Before long, I’d have a soggy mess of a muddy paper. It was SO frustrating! To have all your dreams and visions come crashing down because… well, because…
I am not sure I ever figured out “because.”
Applying paint is about as far as my emotional state is letting me go right now. As I mentioned last week, I have a bunch of colors in jars, and so applying color is a breeze. What to do about the paint, I’m not so sure.
Because orange has the least amount of color, I have been playing with orange pain this week. Two paintings emerged.
He is fun and bright.
And I painted a wash of orange over this painting.
Thus creating this painting.
The color is a little off here. It’s brighter in person. But I think you get the idea.
I’m making mud. I’ll let you know when I’ve made it through the spectrum.