Sometimes when I’m running errands, I like to pop into my local church and just sit. I’m not particularly religious, but I overthink my day, say thanks and sometimes – when I’m in an exceptionally spiritual mood – I chat with the universe.
There is something lovely about churches (and mosques and temples, for that matter). They hold a quiet. A piece of mind. A just sit and be. A welcome home.
I closed my eyes.
That’s when I noticed it. The church – which is under renovation – didn’t smell like the usual candles or incense. It smelled like paint. It smelled like an artists atelier, complete with a hint of dust on the floor and soft filtered light floating through matte windows.
So I bought myself some aquarelle paint and pencils.
Well damn… this is something I haven’t done in a long time and I just realized I don’t know how to do it.
Also, why the hell did I buy aquarelle when I keep using it like acrylic paint???
Anyway, it’s a lot of fun. If feel 10 years old again.
I think I’m going to by acrylic paint next 🙂 And maybe try something easier than a f****** face for starters.
Well I guess the background looks kinda aquarelle… Hahaha. Oh God…
Happy to say the Chibi’s are back this year (even though I didn’t go to Japan). I love them too much to let them go 🙂
They’ll star on the cover of my 2015 picture book, as they were fortunate enough to travel to Istanbul, Marrakesh, Zaragoza, Valencia and Budapest.
Now it’s time to start planning next years trip I guess 🙂
It’s funny that this draft had been in my folder forever, but I didn’t manage to complete it until I managed to complete the pose. I think I have woven the emotion I felt when first succeeding crow pose in the final drawing, and I like that.
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