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.