Speedpaint video + a little about gouache

Last week I painted this floral pattern painting above. It was a wonderful, colorful and relaxing process that I wanted to share with you in this speedpaint. At the same time I was writing an article on gouache. I figured, why not record it as a voice-over to this video? I’m curious what you’ll think of this concept, so please let me know how you like it!

New Art Journal Pages

The past few months I’ve been so busy making online courses that I hardly had or took the time to work in my art journal for myself. But the more time went by without it, the more itchy and cranky I began to feel. It’s one thing making online classes for others, but it’s mighty important to keep refuelling your tank of creative energy. I had manoeuvred myself stuck before a self-imposed deadline and doing 5 online classes in a row proved to be a bit much. Or rather…5 online classes in a row is fine…not spending enough time on refuelling my own creative energy…now that is something that offers room for improvement for when I start working on the next online classes. We live, we learn, eh?

There is one huge advantage to letting yourself dry up creatively, though… The joy of rediscovering and replenishing that source inside! I did a whopping amount of art journal pages this weekend. Some were just tutorials by others to get me going (for some reason I always believe I need that after a time of drought and then I end up ignoring what’s being taught completely anyway…), one was an illustration I did for the theme “Resist” of this week’s Illustration Friday and two were pages that just popped up when I held a brush…

Red Noses

The first page I did began last Friday when I had discovered that my Indigo Schmincke Horadam watercolor had a deplorable lightfastness. This is something I’d never realised because for a long time I used the Cotman Indigo and never had much issues with lightfastness at all. On study, I found out that the Cotman actually consists of three lightfast pigments. So I figures I had to try and mix my own Horadam Indigo for commissions in the future.

This art journal page is the result of some smearing of a brush that had some paint left on it. The red noses, the shading and the beard I added yesterday.

Heads Up

This second page emerged spontaneously yesterday, when I was toying with some more mixes of self-made Indigo. I so love any mixes including mars black. I love the granulation and the cauliflower clouding. Most of the times you don’t want that. But in this art journal page, I purposely aimed for a lot of unseemingly watercolor behaviour.

The page seems grim. And yet the heads look up, the corners of the mouth curled up somewhat. It is definitely influenced by the fact that last Friday it was Liberation Day in our country. As always the media bombards the people with war, suffering and remembrance around that day. Rightfully so, of course. The War must never be forgotten. And the fact that the social and political climate so swiftly seems to swirl and bend towards such critical points again where hate rises and boils again, we must certainly be reminded of the gruesomeness of war. But as always in the week around Liberation Day I can’t help but feel heavy, worried, sad and disappointed in the repetition of facts despite what humanity could learn of history if only we wanted to.

So when I started out painting this dark scene, initially what I had in mind, was the scene from Schindler’s List where the women are taken into the shower and where they think they have ended up in the gas chambers. I wanted to depict the atrocity an inhumaneness of packing people like sardines for destruction. But as I was painting, something inside of me began to resist and fight the urge to depict atrocity. Rather than the movie frame of fear that I started out with the frame where the relief set in when rain, not poisonous gas came out of the showers began to push itself to the front of my mind. Did I really want to add to the fear? To the resentment? The disillusion? And with every next stroke of my brush the heads began to look up. The grimness is still in there. And the dark side. But the heads turned up. Because deep down inside I believe that we must always keep resisting our own hate and resentment. That we must rid ourselves of disillusion and instead fight to create good things in life for ourselves and the world around us.

Heads Up

This second page emerged spontaneously yesterday, when I was toying with some more mixes of self-made Indigo. I so love any mixes including mars black. I love the granulation and the cauliflower clouding. Most of the times you don’t want that. But in this art journal page, I purposely aimed for a lot of unseemingly watercolor behaviour.

The page seems grim. And yet the heads look up, the corners of the mouth curled up somewhat. It is definitely influenced by the fact that last Friday it was Liberation Day in our country. As always the media bombards the people with war, suffering and remembrance around that day. Rightfully so, of course. The War must never be forgotten. And the fact that the social and political climate so swiftly seems to swirl and bend towards such critical points where hate rises and boils again, we must certainly be reminded of the gruesomeness of war. But as always in the week around Liberation Day I can’t help but feel heavy, worried, sad and disappointed in the repetition of facts despite what humanity could learn of history if only we wanted to.

So when I started out painting this dark scene, initially what I had in mind, was the scene from Schindler’s List where the women are taken into the shower and where they think they have ended up in the gas chambers. I wanted to depict the atrocity and inhumaneness of packing people like sardines for destruction. But as I was painting, something inside of me began to resist and fight the urge to depict atrocity. Rather than the movie frame of fear that I started out with, the frame where the relief set in when rain, not poisonous gas came out of the showers began to push itself to the front of my mind. Did I really want to add to the fear? To the resentment? The disillusion? And with every next stroke of my brush the heads began to look up. The grimness is still in there. And the dark side. But the heads turned up. Because deep down inside I believe that we must always keep resisting our own hate and resentment. That we must rid ourselves of disillusion and instead fight to create good things in life for ourselves and the world around us.