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Cedar Waxwing Watercolor Painting

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It's been a long time since I've posted anything but I'm going to try and breathe some life back into my blog. I've had problems with a pinched nerve over the last year that was so debilitating I had to resign from my job and for a few months it was hard to lift my arm to paint. This was no great loss to the art world but it left a big void in my life. Although it hasn't gone away it has gotten better. I still have a hard time taking photos, lifting binoculars and sometimes drawing/painting but I am getting the strength back in my arm and the pain is much more manageable than a year ago.

Despite my physical limitations and my utter lack of confidence in my abilities I do think I reached a new plateau in my watercolor painting. After a ton of bad paintings ending up in the wastebasket something finally clicked. The painting below of a Cedar Waxwing was a breakthrough and although I still have many failures they are not as frequent as they were a few months ago.

Cedar Waxwing in Watercolor


I always loved watercolors because to my untrained eye they looked lighter and more airy, if that makes any sense at all. I've since found out it's the transparency of watercolor that I loved and I think I finally achieved that in this painting.


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Location: Ohio, USA

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