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July 11, 2013


I'm so moved and impressed by this, Beth. These recent paintings are very beautiful, their colours and shadows full of the depths that you explore here too in words.

Thank you, Jean. I think I am trying to encourage myself with my own words, because this watercolor journey is difficult and solitary, but yours help a lot too!

I so admire your patience, Beth. I've been trying lately just to sit in the backyard in the morning and listen and write. Even though I really enjoy it once I get out there, I have a hard time getting myself out there. I guess I'm rationalizing that I'm not really "doing" anything, but, ironically, it's the days I spend out there that I seem to savor the most.

Oh, these are just beautiful!

What a gorgeous watercolour. The red plant has an amazing 3D quality, almost like it's jumping forward off the paper (or screen).

I hope it is as perfect a day in Montreal as it is in Ottawa. I do enjoy reading your thoughts.

Hi Mary -- well, it does take patience and what my mom always called "stick-to-itiveness", which I guess is more like perseverance with a positive attitude. Your comment about the back yard reminded me of a quote I saw the other day from Krisnamurti - I'll dig it up and put it on the blog because I don't have it here at the studio.

Thank you, Jo(e)!

Thanks so much, Andrea! I feel like I'm making some progress with these paintings...little insights after banging my head against walls. Yes, it's a beautiful day here! The last two have been really great: dry and clear and not too hot. Perfect, really. Enjoy your weekend!

The bottom close-up is especially gorgeous - almost like stained glass.

Thanks, Natalie. I'm actually trying to improve my watercolor technique and learn a few things...

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