watercolor

  • Reflections

    This is one of those paintings that lives firmly in the grey area. I didn’t hate it, which, in itself, felt like progress, but I didn’t love it either. It exists in that uncomfortable middle ground where nothing is disastrously wrong, yet nothing quite sings. The idea was there. Snowy peaks, soft light, a sense…

  • Roses are red?

    This painting marks my first brave (and mildly unhinged) attempt at a looser watercolour style. Emphasis on attempt. I went in with good intentions, a vague plan to “let the paint do its thing”, and absolutely none of the materials required to make that idea go smoothly. The paper was, frankly, a menace. It buckled…