I wake up early these days to catch a few uninterrrupted minutes. So much happens in these moments as I examine the swirls rising from my tea, the sun bursting forth through the clouds and the light permeating every crevice on earth, dew drops glistening off the blades of grass, a blue jay fluffing itself and the sound of quiet…
Just the other day…
I saw the sun rise
and promise a new day
like it always does
Just the other day…
I spotted some flowers
simple and fragile
miniscule clusters in white
Just the other day…
I saw a pair of geese
under the February sun
Hit the trail this morning and look what I found😀…blue sky, sun peeking out from behind the tall trees, pretty little weed flowers and a white hibiscus!!💕 What more inspiration does one need to step out under the wide open sky!!
Does practice make perfect? Does it make better? Or is it something else?
I started this set of landscapes in watercolors early this month and just finished it. My goal was to paint the same picture over and over again to get it ‘perfect’ but after two or three, I got so bored and it dawned upon me that I needed to get better not perfect!!
So then the fun began – letting my imagination take over, allowing myself to make lots of mistakes, experiment with colors and have fun.
How often I have held myself back with rigid rules and lofty expectations and then ended up dissatisfied with the end product.
What I learned from this experience is I need not be a perfect artist. I have a style and a process of my own and I just need to embrace it fully.
So if there’s anyone out there like me who doubts herself, just remember you need to ‘enjoy’ the process and own your style.
Weather is on her best behavior these days with warm days and chilly evenings which leaves a lot of room for some luxurious walks in between. Every now and then I pause and am blown away by the quiet spectrum, from the golds to the flaming reds!
And from one of these walks, I procured two leaves lying astray on the pavement. They must have blown free from the humongous Bradford Pear that is leaning so much on one side that the branches sweep the ground everytime the wind blows.
The leaves looked so alluring, I just had to paint them. Watercolor? Acrylic? Something surreal about their nature made me pick watercolor. I hope I have succeeded in emulating the spirit of their hues!
What do you think? Do you also like to pick up leaves and paint them?
Divine white blossoms of the Chaparral yucca plant
and the waxing gibbous moon shining brightly
Is there anything better than a pretty little flower that smiles and welcomes a new month?
A low maintenance shrub with silvery gray-green leaves and bell-shaped purple blooms, it looks pretty both from a close angle as well as a distance. And when I spot an interesting flower I need to really get up close!
An interesting fact – these pretty flowers mostly bloom just before or following a shower!
I had been missing out on photography for sometime. So when I spotted these pretty hibiscus flowers I knew I was in luck!
Weekend’s here! And I’m having quite a vacation with my beloved watercolors, just dipping the paintbrush
into some reds, yellows and greens and then swirling it
in water and having lot of fun painting flowers from my imagination!
Have a great weekend!
The beautiful, 145 mi long Merced river flowing from the Sierra Nevada to San Joaquin Valley in California has helped create the panoramic, 8 mi long Yosemite Valley. This picture is from the base of Vernal Falls where the river flows calmly. It was quite a transition – from the thunder of the Falls to the serenity of the quietly flowing river – as if all the aggression had dissolved and everlasting peace was attained.
It was a beautiful day in the Yosemite Valley. Under the bright June sun, everything seemed to wake up to its brightest potential. Was it my perception or did the sky looked bluer, the pines greener! I stood there awestruck by the colossal granite cliffs rising behind the sea of gilded blades of grass. Is this heaven on earth?
Yosemite valley comes alive under a June’s sun
by the sea
watching the horizon
chill from the ocean
Dandelions in the Dusk
I was waiting to post this picture someday….but didn’t think it would serve as a goodbye post to WPC….so soon!
I love this picture. There’s no story behind it…just me returning from a plain evening walk. But this scene stopped me on my tracks. For a few moment the dandelions morphed into fairy lights as I entered one of the fairyland of Enid Blyton!
twisting, turning and forking
making their way
through the seasons