One of the reasons why I want to learn watercolors is because I love seeing those soft, misty-looking, loose, suggestive watercolor paintings that other artists create. You know the kind I’m talking about, I’m sure. Quiet little scenes with gentle colors, vague images, and whispers of stories to tell. There’s a soft, barely-there feeling about these paintings, and they always leave me breathless.
Each time I see such a painting, I think, “This is the kind of art I want to create,” but my previous attempts at watercolor left me shaking my head. I’d come to the conclusion that I could never learn to loosen up and paint the way I truly wanted. I told myself I just didn’t have that artistic vision required to see and know how to create such quiet scenes.
I’m still not there. I have a long way to go, but step by step, I think I’m finding my way. I know my colors are still heavy-handed, my brushstrokes still too bold, my finished painting still too noisy and rough, but if you look, maybe you’ll be able to tell where I wanted to go with this, maybe you’ll get a sense of what I was trying to do with this watercolor painting.
No, it’s not a breath-taking thing of beauty and wonder, but it is, I think, a hopeful sign of things to come. Slowly but surely, I’m learning how to put these unpredictable paints on the paper, how to guide them toward the images I want them to become, how to use them to create illusions.
I’ve got a long way to go, but I think I’m moving in the right direction.