The cherries from my tree, painted in watercolour. They're simple, rough, completely imperfect, bordering on silly childish and obviously the work of a rank amateur. I love them. I love the fact that I'm painting and that these are my baby step results. They fill me with an almost smug, self-satisfied joy. Isn't that simply wonderful?
I've drawn cherries (not from the tree but from the summer markets) before, in coloured pencil, you can take a peek here. Very different, don't you think? I love both ... am I allowed to say that? I've said it anyway.
... and here are the photos I remembered to take in between dipping that brush in the gorgeous globs of paint and water ...
There's a loooong way to go yet, and a lot to learn about the process of painting. I have a feeling that it's going to be a brilliant journey.Painted in my moleskine sketchbook. Wishing you a day full of the joys of discovery. Cheers.