The Uist and Harris islands have been mostly hidden in the mist and cloud this week and in the spirit of getting on with things, I decided to tackle a couple of my summer aims: a watercolour course (I found a fab book in the library) and also working up one of my pastel sunsets into an oil painting that someone (v lovelily) has asked me to do.
So, to get me used to handling a paintbrush and mixing liquids again (I use my hands to apply the pastels and mix them on the paper in my usual drawings, so it's quite a different experience) I tackled a colour chart in watercolour first. I found it really restful to do and it was lovely to get reacquainted with a vintage watercolour set that I inherited from my great-auntie Amy when I was ten year old. There's something nurturing about using something like that for the purpose it was intended. The paint-pans are square, unlike the ones you buy now which are rectangular, so I'll be needing to make them last, but they've managed it this long so I think I'm ok for a bit.
Then this evening I dug out the oils and just started a small sketch of the view from the window. No charcoal under-drawing, no pencil marks, just straight in. The photo seems to have inverted the texture, but either way I've a long way to go. Great to be properly art-ing thought, I spend so long on the laptop trying to update everything, it's lovely to be practical :)