I'm not especially fond of this piece. I was trying a new technique for making clouds from a great book I've been reading, but I messed up on some critical steps. During my initial wash, there wasn't enough pigment on the paper. So once I applied the alcohol to the page to create the bright white highlights and cloud formations, there wasn't enough contrast to work with. I tried another wash with the same technique unsuccessfully; then I just used my cat's tongue brush to lift out the highlights myself. In essence, I took out a lot of the spontaneity and randomness out of the formations. And you know what? I could have blended that yellow more.
Despite all of that, these problems are precisely what I love about art. I know what happened. I know what I can fix. I am aware of what I can do next time. I would always prefer to mess things up the first time: it means I get to try again until I am happy with it.
Despite all of that, these problems are precisely what I love about art. I know what happened. I know what I can fix. I am aware of what I can do next time. I would always prefer to mess things up the first time: it means I get to try again until I am happy with it.
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