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I have a weakness that I’m a little embarrassed to admit. I subscribe to a blog that posts photos of cute animals, gleaned from the blogosphere. It’s shameful, I know. I can’t really believe that I’m “one of those people”. But I have to admit, among all the day to day frustrations and exhaustions of running my own business, of meeting deadlines, of writing invoices, of worrying about the next job, of worrying about the impact my expired printer cartridges will make on a planet already groaning under mountains of discarded plastic, I was surprised by how much of a mood lifter a photo of a hedgehog, its head stuck in a toilet paper roll and its little pink toes pointing skyward, could be. I love animals. I grew up on a farm, surrounded by dogs and cats, guinea pigs, rabbits, lambs, pigs, chickens (we’ll get to chickens in a future post), horses etc etc… Of course, most of that list was destined to land on the table (dinner often had a name when I was a kid). At any rate, there was always something warm, furry and happy to see me even on my darkest of childhood days. I miss having a dog. I’ve taken to staring at people’s dogs when they walk by the studio or when I see them in a park. I smile at puppies. I’m like one of those creepy women who fixates on other people’s babies.

I had a guinea pig for a while a few years ago. Its teenage owner had grown bored of it and left it in its little crate all day. I took it over – smuggled it up to my no-pets-allowed apartment and renamed it Tosca. Tosca, who I later determined was actually a boy, not a girl as he’d lived his first few years of life, was a pretty unadventurous guinea pig. I recalled the guinea pigs of my childhood as playroom raiders – getting into all sorts of stuff. All my childhood dolls are missing fingers and noses as proof of their escapades. But Tosca, used to his 1’6″ x 2″ pen, was terrified of open spaces. He hugged the wall and refused to frolic. A network of covered bridges built out of cardboard boxes soon ran up and down my hallway, enabling him to scamper through them like some wild-haired subterranean spy. Tosca lived a couple of years with me before succumbing to old age and passing away peacefully one night.

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.watercolour (from photo reference)

I bought a hollow handled water brush (which I read about here on James Gurney’s blog – where there’s a goldmine of all sorts of art related information) and haven’t had too much opportunity to try it out yet. This is one of the first sketches with it. It’ll be pretty handy for painting on location when my watercolour kit has to be compact and portable.

Over the past year or so I’ve started amassing a variety of materials for on location painting – stuff that’s light weight, can be brought onto an airplane as carry on, takes up very little space and is functional. I’m new to working on location. I’m pretty (very) clumsy at it still. I also haven’t quite found the ultimate materials, and have been a little disappointed with what I’ve found in the local artist supply store as far as portable watercolour boxes go. I’m not very fond of plastic for a variety of reasons, and find many of the travel sized watercolour boxes to be flimsy and they often lack the right kind of configuration of paint pans to mixing area. I’ve realised that I’m probably going to have to put something together myself from other items and individual pans that I can attach in place in a re-purposed box, or upgrade one of those cheap children’s watercolour boxes that come with those awful chalky round watercolours and useless brushes. And then I came across this post on Drawing the Motmot (a blog full of beautiful bird paintings, and lovely on location drawings and studies. I have infinite admiration for anyone who can paint birds as they bounce around on a branch.) This kit seems to be the ultimate balance between lilliputian and functional as far as travel sized watercolour boxes go. And I love the diy-ness about it. I knew there was a reason why I’d been keeping all those random mint tins around. I figure something like this would be a perfect addition to a travel kit – something I could take out with me when my prime purpose is not to paint but when I’d still like the option if the scene or mood strikes me.

I love the internet.

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