Riverdale Park East
Secretly inserting a self portrait into the painting 🙃
One of the most difficult things about watercolour is knowing when to stop painting. I think I went over a little bit past that sweet point on this one 😳
The hardest parts are done! Time to leave the painting and go for a walk so I can come back with fresh eyes.
most ambitious watercolour painting I've done to date, finished in two days.
at 95% completion. Didn't turn out so bad after all :)
I always feel like I've made a huge mistake after the initial colour wash.
the weather is at last warm enough for painting outdoors ☺️ this is a sketch I made from our visit to Liberty Island yesterday.
first layer of colour in progress
I just ruined my third attempt at painting this pocket watch because I didn't realize the ink loaded in my fountain pen wasn't waterproof :'( I sometimes love the effect and paint with non-waterproof ink on purpose. Not this time. #epicfail
good morning, sunshine
If you’re looking for the heart of any Taiwanese city, head over to the marketplace.
It’s bound with restless energy, bustling with gossip and barter,
the vendors cheerfully greeting old customers and asking after their children.
There are mountains of peaches (of course they’re sweet — or your money back!);
Aroma of hot steamed buns (I made them just this morning! Do you want brown sugar or plain?);
Trays of beautiful cherry tomatoes as red as my grandmother’s lipstick.
As a newcomer in the city, I didn’t know where to start, or what the etiquette was,
and for a fleeting moment I wanted to turn around and head back to the supermarket,
where the bread is sold in plastic bags and lined up neatly on the shelf, and the vegetables are wrapped in styrofoam containers, each with their own price tags.
That was the world I was familiar with. Clean and orderly. Safe.
But this, the market, here — this has a heartbeat, an unrelenting rhythm, and it called to me irresistibly. I caught the eyes of a food vendor, my mother’s age. She smiled at me, and held out a sample of the pickled plum she was selling. I smiled back, inched closer to her, and took the piece of plum. My fingers became sticky in the process — but that’s alright, I thought. Life is supposed to be messy.
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It's a bacon 'n eggs kind of day