Been trying out some ideas on various papers recently, mainly using watercolour brush pens out in our local woodland (towards coursework)
It was really cold and windy on the day I chose to go into our woods. So yesterday I decided to stay inside and use oils, which I haven’t played with for ages but the ice seemed to come into this painting, despite all those hot colours.
Today I tried something else:
And again, the ice was there again … I think this is a subconscious response I’m working through, to what I saw in this:
Janice Heather Scott 