painted rocks

I've been known to paint rocks.

Not paintings of rocks.

Rocks.

first wave

I could've painted more in Hawaii, but it seemed superfluous.

Eventually the colors became irresistible, and besides, the humidity kept the acrylics workable for two whole days. Amazing. Here in Colorado, they skin over in less than a half hour. Ironic, since I sat on the porch and watched this

paint itself in no time at all.

in the meantime

For the last few weeks, I've been re-acquainting myself with my acrylics. Pastels were beginning to make my mouth go dry; I longed for something more liquid. That good dog, Howl, welcomed me back with a fun and almost effortless painting. There actually is no such thing, is there... but it did seem to flow like a river. So to speak. I've been dipping my toes in the water ever since.

I forgot how maddening acrylics can be. Moan. I won't go into detail here. Suffice it to say, no medium is without its drawbacks. Complaining about them is nothing but bitchy when what is called for is more effort. So I've been busy climbing my learning curve. Whew! It's a real fourteener.

In the meantime, in order to maintain any semblance of arty satisfaction, I've been indulging in that addictive iPhone Pollock app. Brilliant color with no muss, no fuss. Best of all, just shake to erase.

Here are some of my recent faves:

I'm having entirely too damn much fun!

Just so you know,

I'm sweating bullets over a couple of actual canvases.

Coming soon...