A Magical Minute
Young Ballet Dancer in a first magical wash
It happens sometimes. That wonderful moment when your brush creates something that is so full of light and life that you simply cannot believe it. I went to close my studio after a working session and felt I needed to clean my palette as there was so much flesh tone left on it. I had been working on portraits. To unwind I felt like throwing anything on paper aimed at the bin.
I picked up a scrap of old watercolour paper from a box I keep them in. I started with a "blob" for a head. My intention at this point was to work downwards adding a body and a leg.Nothing more. But years ago I painted a little girl in a ballet postion at the bar. It is so funny how memories can be triggered. At that time I painted many ballet dancers as they were my then favouriute subject.
The tutu appeared from my wash and then the legs as I moved downwards on the paper. I love the light on the arm.
. I am well on my way to a soft painting with atmosphere and a sense of life.
Maybe when this is finished it could be one for my book.
We will see!