These cats, the very busy cats that live in my house rent free:
None of these guys (Taffy, Cindy, Candy) helped me paint this:
This is a scene I saw on an afternoon in May of 2013, when I was walking the 4 kilometers from the little ville of Vernon (in France) to the littler village Giverny (also in France). Most of you Dear Readers will see that, thanks to my viewfinder, I have located the Squint within this snapshot (above). (For more about my unbearable cute terminology, the link is here.)
Taking full advantage of my artistic license, I drew this landscape as was, except for making the farm houses much, much larger so they would feature more prominently in this Squint:
At the urging of my dear Top Cat to keep it short, I will paint this scene for you while keeping my commentary to a minimum:
I use a bit of rolled-up paper towel to blot up some of the blue paint to make clouds:
I actually use two hands for this blotting operation but since I need my other hand to hold the camera, I’m faking it one-handed. But voila: I Haz Clowds:
To make the wee background foliage I use my brush to dab-dab-dab-dab paint onto the paper. I took this picture to show you that I discovered that this crappy brush had a weird few bristles there at the end that were perfect for this itty-teeny-bitty-tiny dabbing operation — see? Sometimes cheap equipment comes in handy!!!
OK, I promise to cut down on my word count from now on.
I haven’t painted since i turned in the manuscript for my DGB, Gardens of Awe and Folly, last June, so it felt marvelous, and a little like work, to be slathering the pigment again.
Foreground application of real watery paint:
Ah…..my lovely little bleeds (wet-in-wet layering of paint) to make a soggy edge to this stream, which happens to be the Epte River):
Here’s where I switch to my size-00 brush:
Dab dab dab dab dab:
I painted too many blades of weed grass here, and I needed to lighten it up. So when I screw up like this, I break out my trusty white acrylic paint to “white out” my error:
And now I switch paints from my Windsor Newton to my Grumbachers, because I bet the chalkiness will look Goldilocks (“just right”) here:
And now, all is done ‘cept for the shouting:
And this is my view of the stream that runs into the Seine River in Haute Normandie:
I’ve been ever so busy this past week… I also painted another view of my walk from Vernon to Giverny, also as a Squint…
…because I am making a three-Squint page of pictures of the walk from Vernon to Giverny as part of my new book project!!
I would call it the Damn Giverny Book, but we already used DGB for my last book (the Damn Garden Book), so let’s call this one the NDB:
The New Damn Book.
About which we will discuss soon, very soon my Dears.
For now, please enjoy this Not Too Damn Long post and have a wonderful weekend!