Years ago, my Mum gave me a selection of beautiful pebbles she had hand-picked and tumbled herself. They have sat in this jar ever since, and I have walked past them daily with hardly a thought.
However, over the past week, in the search for something to paint, they attracted my notice. I kept glancing at them thinking ‘that could be nice,’ closely followed by ‘…it wouldn’t be easy’. Yet, gradually, it pulled me in. At first I thought this might be a pastel. But an insistent little voice kept whispering that it had to be watercolour.
So, I plucked up my courage, and here it is. It’s taken me two days to complete, in stints. I started with the background, wet in wet. Once that had dried, I began on the pebbles and the glass base-colours. This morning I concluded by adding in the dark areas around the pebbles and improving the contrast of light and shade in the glass.
True, the glass in particular wasn’t so easy; however, some of the parts I like best just happened, like the base of the jar where the colours have mixed and bled in a pleasing way. That’s the real joy of watercolour – as much as it can frustrate, it can surprise and delight you too.