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Monday, May 26, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Pavilion
Having to do a themed exhibition right after a trip overseas while I was in the stupor of jet lag is definitely not fun. It's amazing what adrenalin does to a person.
After the anti-climax, I needed to get back into the swing of things again.
The brush felt so foreign. I have not touched it for a while. Could the heart grow fonder after the short absence? I shall find out.
I decided to reacquaint myself to the brush by doing some doodling. Well, sort of.
I did some grass style calligraphy; just to get the blood flowing.
I talked about appreciating the brush stroke during my spiel at the exhibition, so I decided to pay extra attention to my brushstrokes. I want to work on my center tips.
I deem the lines of a Chinese pavilion interesting. I want to portray the high sweeping ridge line.
I want to capture the emotions emanating from the dancing soffits.
I started out with a brush saturated with ink to write the arching ridge line. I wanted a moist, wholesome look to the lines to reflect on the massiveness and the energy that these lines give off.
This is going to be a pavilion in a lake, a la classical gardens for the rich bureaucrats in the old days.
Using light ink, the surrounding covered breezeway was put in place.
Writing in the tree, paying attention to leave a little space between the branches and the pavilion, to establish perspective.
Using Green Label 3, I dressed the branches and the waters edge.
I know it's a cliche but I just couldn't resist painting the reflections on the water. I tried to be scant in the details. I restrained myself from using more color to the painting. I wanted to keep the airy, impressionistic feel of the paining. I surmise that my cinnabar colored chop will add that speck of punctuation that I was look for. It had to be strategically placed.
My dots seemed too evenly spaced. They were restrained and not interesting. This is something I need to work on.
After the anti-climax, I needed to get back into the swing of things again.
The brush felt so foreign. I have not touched it for a while. Could the heart grow fonder after the short absence? I shall find out.
I decided to reacquaint myself to the brush by doing some doodling. Well, sort of.
I did some grass style calligraphy; just to get the blood flowing.
I talked about appreciating the brush stroke during my spiel at the exhibition, so I decided to pay extra attention to my brushstrokes. I want to work on my center tips.
I deem the lines of a Chinese pavilion interesting. I want to portray the high sweeping ridge line.
I want to capture the emotions emanating from the dancing soffits.
I started out with a brush saturated with ink to write the arching ridge line. I wanted a moist, wholesome look to the lines to reflect on the massiveness and the energy that these lines give off.
This is going to be a pavilion in a lake, a la classical gardens for the rich bureaucrats in the old days.
Using light ink, the surrounding covered breezeway was put in place.
Writing in the tree, paying attention to leave a little space between the branches and the pavilion, to establish perspective.
Using Green Label 3, I dressed the branches and the waters edge.
I know it's a cliche but I just couldn't resist painting the reflections on the water. I tried to be scant in the details. I restrained myself from using more color to the painting. I wanted to keep the airy, impressionistic feel of the paining. I surmise that my cinnabar colored chop will add that speck of punctuation that I was look for. It had to be strategically placed.
My dots seemed too evenly spaced. They were restrained and not interesting. This is something I need to work on.
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