The ink in this pen is a bit watersoluble, but not enough to get a satisfying, bleedy wash. it goes blue in a wash, too, which is not great. The pen has a fine, fibrous tip and makes a lovely, delicate line, though. I think it’ll be really fun to doodle with.
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These are the same roses I photographed a few days ago. They’ve fallen off the stems and are pretty much dried through. I took this one yesterday, so I’m cheating, but I didn’t have a chance to take photos today. I got sidetracked dying paper for a new journal.
My hands are now stained a disgusting shade of brown, but the paper is cool looking, and that’s all that matters. I hope my idea works. We’ll know tomorrow, when it’s dry. Right now, it’s layered between sheets of waxed paper, in my high-tech press (a large hardback atlas and an iron skillet).
And now, it’s time to go watch Survivor and Lost.
They’re cheap paints, but they’re what I’m used to using. I like Daler-Rowney’s paints a lot better than Winton (Winsor & Newton’s student grade paints). The texture is creamier, and I think the colors might be a bit cleaner. I still have a few tubes of Winton left over from when I was in school. One of them is a gawdawful earthy burnt orange sort of color that I don’t think I’ll ever use up.
This shot was hand-held with flash. I took another with just available light and am kind of amazed at how sharp the in-focus section is. I cropped the second image, and I did some color correction, but I didn’t do any sharpening whatsoever.
Yes, I’m still painting behemoth pears. Someone in one of the Canon DLSR groups recommended using the timer to take low light photos, so I gave it a try. Huzzah! Today’s photo is much sharper than yesterday’s. There’s still a little bit of shake, from the mirror moving out of the way, but I think there’s a way to lock the mirror. I intend to investigate that this weekend.
Since I’m completely clueless about photography, I’ve been reading up on the basics. Aieee! Physics has never been my strong suit, especially optics, so this stuff is not intuitive to me. It’s going to take awhile before it starts to sink in.
I added another layer this morning. This is only the left-hand side of the canvas. It’s actually in landscape format, not portrait.
It’s been a few years since I’ve really painted in oils. I don’t know why, maybe because I’ve been sidetracked by working in books. Anyway, I forgot a lesson I learned years and years ago: be careful to cover the wall behind where you are working. Oops! I now have a lovely spattering of fine dark teal polka dots on the wall above my work bench. I need to re-read my lease. I’m pretty sure that it says that they don’t charge for re-painting if you live in a unit for two or more years. I hope so!
I was digging in the studio closet the other day, and noticed that I had some old stretcher bars stashed there, so I pulled them out. It’s been awhile since I’ve stretched a canvas, and I’d forgotten how hard it is on my hands to do all that stapling. Ouch!
I didn’t get the back margins perfectly even, so the miter isn’t as nice as it could be. It’s tidy, though, and that’s what counts, right?
Now, on to gessoing.