The watercolor master classes were over last week. It wasn't so easy to get up before 4 am to sit on the zoom meetings, but once they started, I enjoyed them. An early bird was not my life style, but I think I can enjoy it with help of a nice strong coffee with milk. After the classes were over, I began to watch the wildlife course videos that were added to the classes. Yesterday, I painted along a red pander and then painted the same subject by myself. I am happy that it turned out. I am a little more confident now. I can make muddiness for my advantage.
I have tried again to follow Fabio Cembranelli's approaches to flower paintings. He is particularly interested in using background to show off his main subjects, yet leaving certain edges to blend each other by wetting paper randomly--rather, across edges. He also lifts wet paintings to add textures using a flat synthetic brush. I have difficulty in blending. The paper that I was using makes blending more difficult. Fabio Cembranelli
Written by Uday Prakash in Hindi / translated by Jason Grunebaum This book, with a cover image which reminds me of van Gogh, came to my hand after the bilingual reading presented by the author and the translator at the University of Chicago yesterday. The author defines this novel as a love story. He is quite modest. Rahul, in the middle of storms of corruptions and the casteism, falls in love with a girl with a golden yellow parasol and changes his major to Hindi literature to get closer to her. The moment when he feels the love so intensely is described like this: the golden yellow parasol turns into a butterfly and a butterfly sitting on the tip of the parasol the parasol itself. Then, 'now the butterfly, casting a spell over the whole world, had brought Rahul's sense of his own existence under its wing.'--How beautiful graphically! While reading this novel, my mind wandered around three countries: India, the U.S. and Korea. In the spell of globalization and the casteis...
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