The story has a familiar start: “Once upon a time there was a blank sheet of watercolour paper and a stretch of rocky seashore.”
All the potential in that pristine page waiting for the first mark. What would I choose?
Not worrying, really, because I have additional sheets.
Out with Payne’s grey acrylic ink, using the ink dropper itself to draw plus a rigger brush and a flat brush. It got me to a “don’t mess it up now” stage.
Not worrying, really, because I could always try again.
Watercolour added to the sea, using the flat brush. It got me past the previous “don’t mess it up” stage, to a new “don’t mess it up” stage.
Not worrying, really, because I could always start again and aim for this point again.
Two colours of acrylic ink added to the shore, to represent the seaweed. A little water sprayed to disperse the colour.
Not worrying, because I got there, I felt.
There being understated and minimal. The equivalent of a short poem about staring at a rocky shore rather than a field-guide to shorelines.
My thanks to my patrons who are helping me have time to write more each month, including the monthly word prompts. Will you be my next patron (or via PayPal) for the price of a cup of coffee a month? Thank you!