I'm hooked. I found a new obsession.
I've never considered myself to be a painting-type person. I couldn't see myself standing at an easel dabbing at oil paints. It's not me.
But I used to draw. Quite a bit, too, but never considered myself to be an "artist" in that way. My "art" usually involved fabric of some kind.
Enter watercolor sketching.
I love it. I love the black ink lines, the washes of color, the not-perfect-ness of it! There's a whole spectrum of sketchers out there, ranging from a couple of bold lines to indicate an entire scene, all the way to what I would call "finished paintings." It's somewhere in the middle that I want to be - somewhere where I can scribble down my impressions of where I've been, what I've seen...and have the ability to convey the memories and mood. Something that photographs have consistently leave me feeling disappointed about.
I'm not that good. You're not going to see my pictures in a gallery any time soon. But I'm having fun and learning and splashing down images. I'm seeing the colors and lines around me better than I did before, and I'm starting to see the world around me a little differently.
So now my journaling, which I have been doing on and off since my sixth birthday, includes pictures that don't involve a camera.
I haven't decided yet if I'm going to share. Just know that it's wonderful doing it.
Ooh! Ooh! I bet it would be an awesome way to convey the depth of color in fiber!! I'll let you know if it works.