I am beginning to love so much the freedom that watercolor allows me. The paint won't stay within the line and is unforgivable when I make a mistake. I'm learning to let go and just let the materials be what they are, uncontrollable. And because of their translucence, there is a great deal of mark making and sketch left visible.
I'm also noticing not only the colors of my Caribbean environment coming through, but the colors of my childhood. I grew in the 80s and 90s when florescent colors dominated and Lisa Frank's brightly colored psychedelic dolphins and kittens covered my walls and my notebooks.
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| Brianna |
Thinking more about the voices in our heads, dualing-selves, being our own worst enemies. Also how information travels, especially living in a small place within a small community. The external and internal babble and gossip.
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| Dirty Laundry |
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