Painter's spring
It rained continuously, but it was sunny for a few days. The air is still cold, but I sometimes feel the flow of warm air like a spring breeze. Beautiful cherry blossoms in pink, hot pink and white and yellow forsythia can be seen all over the neighborhood. The busy chirping of birds really makes me feel that spring has arrived.
When spring comes, painters get busy too. When spring comes, they can take their easel to the outdoors, and the beautiful blooming flowers and spring sky always inspire artists a lot.
I have a picture that comes to mind around this time. It is a work of Millet's Spring.
In the golden garden with a beautiful twin rainbow, buds are preparing for spring. It is said that Jean Francois Millet painted with the most affection among the four seasons. This painting was actually a painting that a businessman named Frederick Hartman asked Theodore Rousseau to do. However, when Rousseau died during the work, Hartmann took the painting to Millet and asked him to finish it.
Millet, who enjoyed observing nature faithfully. Through this work, he expressed his thoughts on the darkness that nature shows and the light that suddenly appears. Affection was expressed through a kind of romantic gaze.
When the rain and wind blows, in the meantime, I am tensed by the passing downpour, shaking everything wildly, and focusing on all the sounds around me. Then, when I hear a thump, I am both surprised and frightened. After spending the night in a lot of tension, the morning was bright. A beautiful rainbow is floating in front of the dark clouds passing by as if escaping in the distance.
We woke up all night to the loud sounds of nature, but the trees and flowers are casually there. Looking at the cozy and relaxing scenery will release tension in our mind and make us realize that everything has passed.
The feeling that spring shows us is also like a picture of Miele. Spring has the energy of hope and relaxation, joy and excitement, and a vague expectation that everything will pass and everything will go well.
And above all, spring is dazzlingly beautiful. A secretly beautiful flower blooms from a branch that seemed to dry up forever. Perhaps because the before and after are clear, the beauty of cherry blossoms blooming like popcorn in particular deserves to symbolize spring.
I drew a picture of the regret of spring, which passes quickly without having to enjoy this splendor of spring and this beauty.
It seems that there are not many materials or tools to express the splendor of spring. Still, I am grateful that I can express the feeling of spring through painting.
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Cherry blossoms, a flower that announces that spring has come Finally, a small cherry tree in my backyard has bloomed. When this flower blooms, starting with the cherry tree, the flowers that my husband and I planted continue to bloom in order. Actually, there were two cherry trees in my yard. Among them, a tree with pink cherry blossoms fell down in a strong wind a long time ago. And now a small cherry tree announces spring in the backyard instead. Cherry blossoms boast their beauty as they bloom like popcorn in the bright and shining spring sunlight. That is why, in April, I always take pictures of these beautiful cherry blossoms with my camera. It is mysterious that five petals come together to express such a dazzling brightness. The thin petals flew like butterflies in the warm spring wind and fall to the ground. Even the fallen petals beautifully cover the floor as if it were painted with watercolor paint. I wanted to paint such a dazzling cherry blossom someday when I have the chance. So today, I painted it with 1 dollar watercolor paint. I don't want to look at a picture of this cherry blossom and copy it from the photos. Because even a photograph cannot capture the splendid beauty of the flowers. If I look at a photograph and draw a beauty that cannot be captured in a photograph, the wonder of that beauty will not be fully expressed. So, relying on the image in my mind, I first drew a branch with a medium-sized, No. 12 watercolor brush. The cherry blossoms I saw today sparkled in the spring sunlight, emitting a purple light that was not white. When I looked up from under the little cherry blossom tree, the whole world turned purple, as if I had seen it on a colored film. I drew the picture while remembering the happiness, anticipation, hope, and mystery I felt when I saw the purple glittering world.
Bubble and Children Today, I completed a watercolor work with the theme of Bubbles and Children. This painting is also one of my everyday painting projects, painted with watercolor paints for $1. There is a small and beautiful beach in the neighborhood where I live. It's called Sand Street Beach and it's near the Stony Brock Village Center. It's in a isolated corner, so at first I wasn't aware of the beach's existence even though I lived here for a few years. For most locals, West Meadow Beach is more popular. But I personally prefer Sand Street Beach. It is a small and cute sea like a small child because the sound of the waves is not too loud and give us cozy feeling. Every time I go there the sea stands in a different color, wave, sound, light refection and different feeling. I remember seeing the beautiful light and color of the sea together with my children and their friends at this Sandstreet Beach. It is a happy time to see children in the sea collecting shells, observing fish in the clear water and making sand castles. With those happy memories in mind, I started drawing three children. And I start to color it with watercolor paints. The space above is still empty. Personally, I think the best paint to express children is watercolor. Clear, pure, innocent and improvised, like children. Then I drew bubbles in the empty space. Soap bubbles have been used as entertainment for at least 400 years, as evidenced by 17th-century Flemish paintings showing children blowing bubbles with clay pipes. Adriaen Hanneman was a Dutch Golden Age painter best known for his portraits of the exiled British royal court. His style was strongly influenced by his contemporary, Anthony van Dyck. Impressive, he captured and painted a boy playing with a bubble. If you look at his paintings, the expression of the child in the overall greenish dark brown painting changes the mood of the painting. The eyes of the boy lovingly watching the created bubbles fly are very impressive. Perhaps the painter wanted to capture the kind, lively and innocent energy that the boy displayed. As a child, I look at the bubble with excitement and curiosity, but when I become an adult, I no longer look at it with the same heart. There are probably very few adults who make and blow bubbles for themselves and not for the purpose of showing children. In this way, soap bubbles are considered a symbol of childhood innocence.
And when adults see soap bubbles, they can remember their childhood. I drew small droplets that evoke all memories of the past, present and future in the empty space of the painting. It was cloudy and rainy today. The trees swayed nonstop and the harsh wind rushed across the street. Today, in this weather, I attended the Night Heron meeting, a gathering of watercolor painters. The meeting room is all glass on three sides, so we can see the harbor front view and the sea outside at a glance. Another watercolor fish, Bubble and playing fish Even on a rainy and cloudy day like this, nature does not stop their life. A dazzlingly beautiful swan floats on a cold lake and enjoys a cloudy windy day. In the past, seeing a sight like this gave me motivation in life. The reason nature and the animals living in it are not affected by the environment is probably because they focus on their own life itself. They don't have anything complicated other than the mission of survival. In a way, they are very simple, but there is a lot to learn from their lives. Many times I have observed their lives, surviving and living as if playing a game. And their way of playing, or survival, is imprinted in my memory as it is. Today, I took out one of them and drew it. Actually, I've been working on it since yesterday. Place the unfinished picture you drew yesterday and place the materials. Today, I filled the tumbler with coffee. When I go into the details of a painting, I have to focus. While I'm drawing the details, I'm out into the world and there's only one piece of paper left. During this time, I need to increase my concentration as much as possible to see the correct results. My work is finished when I finish all the details, put dots on the fish's eyes, and sign on the right. Only at this time will I be given time to look at my paintings comfortably. By this time I can enjoy my drawings. And actually I can see the results face to face. The painting itself tells me when the painting have to be finished, meaning that it is final touch. Sometimes I try to judge the time by myself, but the painting keeps complaining of discomfort in my heart to sign. Then I can't sign. So I keep adding something to the picture. Then the mind becomes lighter and brighter. This is a sign that it is complete. I am happiest when I feel this way.
Unfinished painting Today, I brewed black tea, put it in a pretty gold cup, went to the studio, and sat down on a chair to draw. After setting this up, I came up with a picture to draw and sketched it out. Yesterday before I went to sleep, I had an image I had in mind, so I started happily listening to the sound of rain outside. Working while listening to the sound of rain is one of my pleasures. But just in time, I got a call from my child's school. My daughter is coughing and The school nurse thinks that she needs to be tested for Covid 19. Immediately I put down my brush on the desk and hurried to school. Fortunately, when I brought her to the hospital and tested, the result was negative. I could drew again with my child. In the end, I couldn't deal with the painting within the schedule for today. My drawings are so unfinished. But before I became a painter, I had work to do as a mother and a housewife, and it was a busy day because I always did this well, but it is rewarding. The finished version will be finalized at the Night Heron meeting, a watercolor gathering of artists tomorrow. I will post again after I finish. Below is my daughter's drawing after looking at my drawing. Something intense and wonderful. At this age, children never draw later. If they find an image for something, envision it, and decide to draw it, they can draw it at once and very quickly. Sometimes I envy that speed and agility. Perhaps it is because she treats paintings with a clear and pure heart without worrying about showing to others. When children draw, they draw for themselves, not others. That's why the children always draw the biggest and prettiest in their paintings. If I draw with this kind of heart, I think there will be a big jump. Children are my great teachers.
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