I had this itch a few weeks ago while I was in Houston for Thanksgiving. It was to record my thoughts on my characters and my stories, not in a means to be presented, but as a means to remain as a record should for some reason I myself wasn't able to keep the hope of presenting them, if I was unable to or wasn't around. I figured they needed a tangible record of themselves, or at least, they deserved as much. If I wasn't around in believe in them anymore than who would be? Maybe that's why some people are forever indebted to create things about their characters. If others remember those imaginary people, it makes them immortal.
On the technical side of this picture, I was trying to be a bit more brazen with the watercolors, painting more opaquely, bravely I guess, trying to get the darks in without having to create many layers, just one glob. It went alright.
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Ohhhh, I like those strong blues and reds.