Bee in gouache on pebble.
When I had another look at the actual pebble that I painted on yesterday evening, rather than a photo of it, I kind of re-evaluated my view of it. The photo distorted my view of the size of it and,
Taking a break from my Chinese brushes. Just a short one mind. We were out for a walk the other evening and there was a full, or nearly full, moon. Down by the weir on Lower Dodder Road, the effect
It’s been quite a week at work. But otherwise some progress has been made and I’ve managed to do something creative everyday. Yesterday, I received some brushes I’d ordered from China. With my low level of skill, I didn’t really
I took the ukulele out for a road test last night. Christine and I went to Ukulele Tuesday, a weekly event held in the upstairs lounge of the Stag’s Head in Dublin. We got there at about ten past eight
Came home from work, made the dinner (merguez sausages in a harissa tomato sauce with pasta) and raced up to the attic. First on my agenda was to have a go at the ukelele (see yesterday’s entry for context). I
Very interesting morning. I’ve been thinking about doing things with pebbles for a while. Two things actually. One, drilling holes in them in order to string them together, either as sort of hanging cairns or interspersed with drift wood, as
Still waiting for those books on Chinese brush painting to arrive. I’m feeling frustrated that they’re taking so long to come. In the meantime this came from the improbably named Robin Wood. It’s a hook knife, very sharp, designed to
Just that really. I’ve ordered a few books on Chinese brush painting but while I’m waiting for them to arrive, I’m just experimenting with different paints, brushes and paper. Goldfish. Gold gouache. Acrylic brush. Goldfish. Gold gouache. Chinese brush. Gouache.
I had a go at these before. I had another go today but with a Chinese brush and a new set of watercolours. Here’s my phalaenopsis graveyard … These aren’t phalaenopses, but there are aspects of some of them that
Yesterday a man came to my office with some brushes, ink, paint and paper that I had ordered from Cork Art Supplies the day before. Gratifyingly quick service. And they were sharp enough to note that I had made two
I’ve been neglecting my teabags. Flirting with egg shells Making eyes at bamboo. Cosying up to Chinese brushes. Well, this evening I made amends. In a small way. But amends nevertheless. Here’s this evening’s stuff: That’s all.
This evening I filled up about ten large sheets of paper with amateurish marks made with a Chinese brush and ordinary ink. And proved to myself that this style of painting is very difficult. I’ll explain this more in a
I’ve been watching a lot of extraordinary YouTube videos of demonstrations of Sumi-e painting. This is the stylised oriental painting with Chinese brushes and (mostly) black ink. This is not just art. It’s philosophy, mindfulness and art rolled into one.