French Flower Shop
I really couldn't paint of enough of these flower store fronts. There seem to be so few here in the US. Flowers don't seem to mean as much to the average Americans as they do to Europeans. Flowers are for special occasions we Americans think. But isn't everyday a special occasion? I started buying flowers for myself on a regular basis right after my "D" (divorce). They made me happy. And, even when I really couldn't afford them, I'd buy a small bunch anyway. To me, they keep me sane, happy and hopeful. If I had the money I would open me one these beautiful French flower shops right here in St. Louis - and where there weren't flowers there would be paintings of flowers. ... sigh... it's fun dreaming sometimes.
Tools
I bought three new tools not too long ago.
And they were laying on my table top. Well, more like posing - that's the way I saw it. So, I just had to paint them. So clean and new. I mean, who paints tools? I do, especially when there are no flowers at the moment.
And once again I'm reminded even tools look pretty when painted in watercolors.
Gouache and play
I've been looking at some old art projects and found some little journal paintings I did years ago using ink and gouache on natural kraft paper and paper bags. "Experimenting!" I realized I haven't put the effort into experimenting or simply "playing". So I'm pulling out some different mediums to play and see what happens... Art play. Yep, you got to do it. You got to just play without worrying if you're producing a picture.