Showing posts with label watercolourpens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watercolourpens. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 August 2016

It's Sunday

A late getting going this morning. A late Saturday night with my pens starting my first large drawing.
It was, of course, a ghost bunny piece, a very belated present for my nephew's little daughter so I thought gb's would be the sort of thing that would appeal, light and fluffy, flying kites whilst sitting on mushrooms.
I don't think at her tender age she will look at it and think . . . magic mushrooms? flying white rabbits? how halluconogenic, will she?
It was quite daunting starting this as I've only done smaller bits up to now but I've started so I'll finish . . .

After a Long Gap . . .

I have been most remiss and haven't put anything on my blog for, ooh, well over a year.
A lot has happened, had a gallery, closed a gallery!
Still papercutting but have discovered pen and ink so have started drawing again.
And have created "ghost bunny", more on that later.

My papercutting has developed to the point where I know use full colour which means lots and lots of layers of paper, and much quicker filling up of my jam jar of dead scalpel blades!
My pictures are filled with much more wildlife now, after years of saying "no" to such subjects! Well, I can do them in paper . . . weirdly!

And I've jumped into the world of greetings cards having been taken on by Natural Partners, a North East based publishing company.

Only in the last few weeks have I started drawing again.
I have discovered the joys of watercolour pens! A blessing as my forays into proper watercolours always ended in puddles of mud a hippo would love to roll in!

This is probably where I can bring up "ghost bunny".
He started life as a papercut character, a little creature that just popped out of my head onto my cutting mat one day, where from . . . nobody knows!
He has his own little online page and a few fans, though I'd love him to have more . . .
When my first pens arrived he became my model, of course.

There is more freedom, I find, with the pens I can step back from the precision needed when working with a scalpel, a bit more scribbley, so my eyes are sighing with relief, not that eyes sigh but you know what I mean.

Time for some pictures now . . . if I can figure out how to put them on after all this time away, lurking in the dark depths . . .