Absolutely nothing beats the joy of watching water colours play on paper from the touch of a brush in my hand. I have and always will enjoy painting even though it sometimes takes me ages to get into the momentum of painting. ‘Scribbles and Splashes’ is a blog that I once began when I wanted to let go of the pent-up urge to splash with water colours and share pictures and the behind-the-scenes thoughts with my family sitting kilometres away from me. Over the years, it has been dormant for months (nearing a year and sometimes even more such as when motherhood beckoned!) and then been active in fits and starts.
Mid-2013 is when I feel like looking into the mirror and declaring this as “The Moment” that this becomes the year of the revival and flourish of ‘Scribbles and Splashes’, the blog and its growth into a self-sufficient near-full-time engagement for me.
I thrive in art. Period. If I could, that’s all that I would do all day long. It seems like a distant dream right now, but this is where I start playing around with a wish and seeing how it takes shape. I’m splashing, I’m scribbling about it and I’m becoming “an artist”. From exactly right now.
January 16, 2008
There's something about painting ruins. Ageing signs on the skin of walls has been quite rivetting for a while now. To the point that it's so far seemed intimidating :(
So when I came across this particular picture, it seemed like an opportunity to make a small start. I particularly liked the sense of conversation that these empty flower pots seem to be having - almost in envy of the wild and green bush nearby!
A study of using oil pastels as resists... a handy lesson for making the yellow hibiscus. The final result wasn't close to what would have my collars high up, but this was fun, nevertheless. Especially painting a slight shadow of the protusion on the window panes!