This is my latest painting, watercolour and painted without making a sketch first which I am used to.
Eventhough I have done this kind of painting before, it has been almost two decades now since I last did it.
I used to do Chinese painting, using just black ink, red colour and some green, to paint pictures of lotuses. Sometimes it is just black ink for painting bamboo trees.
Now I am having a problem of executing the strokes confidently-the result of insufficient practice.
I am trying to paint what I have seen during the jungle trips that I went on with my father and mother. My father used to bring my mother to the site where the land was cleared for commercial crop cultivation. I used to tag along and I was immensely amazed at what I have seen. Tall straight trees that I have never seen before and occasionally a king fisher could be seen flying across the land and perching on a branch after its meal at a brook nearby. At one time, I even saw a land tortoise walking tirelessly under the hot blazing sun to a water source, which I found later, turned out to be a small stream hidden by tall grasses. The survival instint of the tortoise is remarkable.
Eventhough I have done this kind of painting before, it has been almost two decades now since I last did it.
I used to do Chinese painting, using just black ink, red colour and some green, to paint pictures of lotuses. Sometimes it is just black ink for painting bamboo trees.
Now I am having a problem of executing the strokes confidently-the result of insufficient practice.
I am trying to paint what I have seen during the jungle trips that I went on with my father and mother. My father used to bring my mother to the site where the land was cleared for commercial crop cultivation. I used to tag along and I was immensely amazed at what I have seen. Tall straight trees that I have never seen before and occasionally a king fisher could be seen flying across the land and perching on a branch after its meal at a brook nearby. At one time, I even saw a land tortoise walking tirelessly under the hot blazing sun to a water source, which I found later, turned out to be a small stream hidden by tall grasses. The survival instint of the tortoise is remarkable.
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