Watercolour is tricky. So tricky. It is so tricky. I could paint a watercolour every single day of my life and still be learning when I turn 100. That's how tricky it is. This makes it precious when you get one you even remotely like.
There's good things and bad things about this one. I do like the guy's delight. I like how loose his face is. That's the best part for me. That's the part that makes this little painting worthy in my mind. I like the odd little forest on top of his head. I don't love the background, and that rabbit is way too uptight, not awful, (he's entertaining), just too tight.
Here's a glimpse into the process...
I have a stack of these now. I'm obsessed lately. It is wonderful. And for as much as I'm working at it, I am just beginning to discover how I want things to look. Figuring out what I want is sometimes Rocket Science.
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