relaxing with watercolor

Yesterday evening I set out to pay a few bills online. I pulled up a recording of a recent Zoom painting session on Patreon hosted by Natasha Newton, planning on just listening in. But instead found myself grabbing masking tape, watercolors, and brushes and joining in with the participants.

The bills got paid later.

random sketches & a recipe

Here, I was testing gouache and Pitt Artist brush pens on the paper that came with my card-size Traveler’s Notebook. Gouache seems to do better than watercolor; the marks made with the pens seemed uneven as if resisting the paper.

I drew the ingredients for sourdough granola as it was baking in the oven. This is the primary thing I make with the discard after baking bread. Recipe follows, if anyone is interested.

(I’m a bit loose with measurements . . . as in, I don’t!)

SOURDOUGH DISCARD GRANOLA

8 Tbsp butter, melted and slightly browned

scant 1/2 cup discard

1/4 cup honey (I use real maple syrup instead)

1 tsp. vanilla

1 tsp. salt

2 2/3 cup rolled oats

1 cup chopped nuts and coconut 

1 cup dried fruit

Brown butter in saucepan over med. heat a few minutes; let cool a bit.

Preheat oven 325°.

Mix butter, discard, honey, vanilla, and salt until completely mixed. Stir in oats, nuts, and coconut.

Spread on parchment paper lined baking sheet. Bake 20 minutes.

Turn with spatula, then bake 10 minutes more.

Let cool. Break up and stir in dried fruit.

remembering Lake Raven

For one of the final spreads in my tiny 2” square sketchbook, I tried painting from a 2022 from camping on the shore of Lake Raven in Huntsville State Park.

The watercolor seemed bland so I added a bit of colored pencil. Still not quite what I was going for . . .

early morning view

The past few years I have reversed my long-held habits and have become an early riser, usually while it’s still quite dark. A quiet time to sip a cup of hot tea, read, or play a word game on my phone. Our corgi, Butters, and one of our cats, Bardie, love to go explore outside in the morning before it gets light. This is the view we had one morning last week, a wee sliver of a moon over the Arizona cypress tree we planted a few years ago.

The teacup and saucer are the only real cup and saucer I own; I normally use a large mug. I don’t usually use tea bags, but I bought a gift tin of Yorkshire Gold tea bags just for the tin, which features ink drawings by Yorkshire artist John Harrison. The bags have no string and tag; instead, I use a beaded chain with a small clip to hold the corner of the bag.

(watercolor, gouache, and colored pencil in a Seawhite of Brighton travel journal)

✳️ A bit of artistic license was employed in this sketch: the oak tree, which still has some brown leaves hanging on, was moved closer to the cypress to fit the square format and the crepe myrtle we planted was completely ignored. Those pine trees in the far distance are actually much taller than I drew them, and I left out the long driveway with its 12 live oaks and some additional fencing. Trying to simplify!

early morning walk

Our temperatures are still mostly in the 70s but mornings have been foggy. This is the view during a recent morning walk.

I need practice trying to write with a tiny paintbrush. Very wonky!

Nameless, revisited

Learning that the distant building (in heavy shadow in the photo this was painted from) was a dogtrot cabin, I decided to correct it in the sketch. Then darkened the grasses behind the foreground flower. 

I had never heard of dogtrot cabins before moving to Texas, but I love the idea of them! Old ones can be found all over the area — some with only two rooms like this one and some four rooms or more. We’ve even found a two-story version, now an antique shop.

Nameless

We receive a monthly periodical from Texas Co-op Power full of interesting photos and articles of the area’s history. November’s issue included the photo that I painted this page from; the composition really caught my eye. 

The story is about a ghost town northwest of Austin called Nameless. In 1880 the growing community applied for a federal post office under the name of Fairview but the name was rejected because it was already in use. So were the five subsequent applications. After six rejections, the frustrated townsfolk replied “Let the post office be nameless and be damned!” The “name” was accepted.

I used watercolor, gouache, and a bit of colored pencil on this. Not sure I’m quite happy with the finished piece but it’s all a learning process.

✳️ UPDATE! Further reading about Nameless shows a complication in sketching from a photo a place where I’ve never actually been (the photo showed this area in shadow). The building in the distance in the sketch is actually a dog run structure, two rooms under the same roof with a breezeway between. Built in 1876 as a homestead to one of Nameless’ founding families, it was rediscovered in 2023 when the original site was being cleared for a subdivision. It has been relocated across the street to where Nameless’ restored schoolhouse stands.

nighttime magic

There is definitely a positive side to the weird sleep patterns of getting older. We were both awake in the nighttime; Bill momentarily stepped out of the RV and saw this view over the lake. He took a photo for me to sketch.

an early morning view

The colors in the eastern sky yesterday morning were very subtle, but I somehow wish that I had emphasized them more in my sketch. This is from our campsite at Lake Somerville.

next to the last page

Today I finished the next to the last page of this journal (after posting the last page yesterday). It didn’t turn out quite like what I had in mind — seems a bit stiff and not enough contrast in values. But I’m calling it done and moving on.

What drew me to sketch the scene were the lavender-shadowed clouds. But they seemed to fade away in the sketch. This is the view from the front of our small converted barn house looking towards our daughter’s farmhouse. I added those shrubs in the lower right corner where our barn-red house corner would be.

more tiny paintings

These are some of the tiny sketches I have been doing this past week, using the muted autumn palette that I recently put together. Only one is worked from a scene that I actually saw: the foggy pasture in the upper left corner. 

remembering the Rockies

Today’s ink sketch is another exercise I did from “Pen & Ink Techniques” by Frank Lohan. It reminds me of the first time I saw the Rocky Mountains, in the summer of 1964.

Direct Watercolor tiny sketches

These are the tiny paintings I did while Bill was at the hospital — thank the Lord, he’s home now! Taking the correct antibiotics and healing from a successful back surgery.

These were done directly with watercolor (no pencil or pen) and a tiny waterbrush (Pentel Aquash mini waterbrush with the brush tip from the regular sized small) from photos on my phone. The sunrise was over our barn home last November; the bluebonnet pasture and lake shore from photos taken in April 2022.

a forgotten sketch

Today I was straightening up my art desk when, under some color swatch scraps of paper, I found this last mini ink sketch from last month’s camping trip, taped to a plastic card and forgotten. So I added a bit of color.

This makes a total of 27 tiny paintings I’ve done since starting the 100 Tiny Treasures challenge in March. I never planned on a full 100, but I may reach 50 by the end of the year. 

Inks Lake State Park

Upon arriving at our campsite beside Inks Lake, a thunderstorm moved in — and our corgi, Butters, ducked under the dinette table. It didn’t last long but she didn’t trust going outside the next day or two; we had to do some heavy coaxing!

I just had to try sketching this gnarly honey mesquite! While big fat lizards, mockingbirds, a scrawny squirrel and Canada geese checked us out, some getting quite close. I wish now that I had not added watercolor to the tree bark. The ink lines were really textured using a fountain pen on rough paper! When I added watercolor, I painted it with the rainy gray skies that first greeted us.

That tiny sketch clipped to the opposite page was quickly drawn when the teeniest of campers pulled in to the campsite next to ours. It looked like an alien teardrop!

For those interested in geeking out on watercolor choices: for this trip I grabbed my granulating palette because the sketchbook pages are rough WC paper. But I can’t seem to mix paint in the right ratio to really let the textures play.

From the lower left, the paints are Potter’s Pink, Volcano Violet, Volcano Red, Monte Amiata Natural Sienna, Green Apatite, Jadeite genuine, Cobalt Turquoise, Shire Blue, Blue Apatite genuine, Lunar Violet, Buff Titanium, Lunar Earth, Volcano Brown, and Lunar Black. Most are from Daniel Smith; the Vocanos and Shire Blue are from Schminke.

the CCC cabins

Today we left Bastrop State Park, heading toward Hill Country, but I’ve been finishing up one last sketch. I had planned on painting the stones and planks, but maybe I should leave it as an ink-only sketch?

Meanwhile, here are photos of some of the other CCC structures, including a blueprint I found online.

Lost Pines forest

Although it was in the low 60s when we got up, there’s a heat advisory today with temperatures expected to get up to 109°. So this afternoon, we are goofing off inside the RV. I just finished this sketch from yesterday, a view of the northern section of forest looking across the ridge from our campsite.

In 2011, wildfire destroyed much of this unique loblolly pine forest, which is genetically related to the Piney Woods that we normally camp in more than 100 miles away. Thought to have been separated by a prehistoric glacier, these trees adopted to the dryer climate of the Austin area. Since the fire, which burned 34,068 acres, a campaign has been ongoing to restore the forest within 30 years, replacing 4 million burned trees.

As if the wildfire wasn’t enough, massive rainfalls in 2015 caused the Bastrop State Park’s dam to fail. The lake’s water surged down towards the Colorado River, pushing fallen trees into piles along the way. Today the lake is still empty, though the dam has been rebuilt.

A “pioneer village” of wonderful stone & log cabins built by the CCC was saved as well as a few other CCC structures throughout the park, though some roofs had to be rebuilt. We accidentally took a wrong turn yesterday and found ourselves among the old cabins, built into the hilly wooded area of locally sourced stone and logs to look as if they sprang from the ground.

more tiny sketches

Here are a few more tiny paintings, done over the past week. I found that a fine Mark’s Tous Les Jours ballpoint pen works better for me in tiny work than finepoint liners or fountain pens. 

The tea tin next to the cup and saucer is one of my favorite teas of late: Justea Purple Chocolate, a loose leaf purple tea with cacao shells and rose petals. Great with a splash of milk and very low caffeine. Each tin comes with a hand-carved wooden spoon to measure the tea.

one more from camp

This sketch is an composite of two different views near our campsite. I especially liked the strange sculpture-look of those oak burls. Another tree full of them is in the second photo.

mail on Kickapoo road

We’ve driven past this bank of rural mailboxes many times and I’ve always meant to sketch it. Yesterday, I finally did — from a fuzzy photograph I took as we drove past. There are no shoulders on these narrow county roads yet lots of traffic, all driving faster than posted. I think I counted 20 mailboxes squeezed together, but I chose to simplify the sketch.