What I share this week is cross section of work in progress. I dare watercolor tins to do big things as mastery eludes me. What falls short of describing the thing pleasantly suggests the energy behind the thing. This pheasant. Bold. Iridescent. Solid. Pattern of patterns.
Continuing to build momentum in my relationship with watercolor mistakes (oh so many mistakes) become opportunities. An exercise in watercolor gradations and temperatures of black were unsuccessful. Darks of the feather groupings on these black vultures were not so dark to escape hatching with fountain pen.