It’s been watercolor week at Chateau Breanne. Mostly I’ve been doing painting/drawing hybrids, like the one in the last post. Last night, I was working on a painting for a swap (via Swap-Bot) called Little Works of Art. Whatever it was (sculpture, painting, fabric thing, what have you) had to be at least 4×4 inches and no more than 12×12. I settled on 4×6, as that’s the size of my beloved watercolor postcard paper.

Not based in reality at all, even the tiniest bit.

Usually I lean on the crutch that is my beloved bold black ink lines. I’m feeling steadier with a paintbrush, enough that I didn’t have that feeling of, “Oh, god, one more paint stroke will fuck it all up!” while I was finishing it. Nice.

The jellyfish will shortly be making its way to Australia, where it will promptly be destroyed and consumed by the region’s myriad and marvelous incredibly deadly native species.