Pulling Earth #22
Orbinges and water colour
I have been thinking about a few ideas for my sketches recently. Today looks like it’ll work to try one out. I begin by sourcing the thinnest watercolour paper I can find—I need it to fit in the printer—and print almost 20 of my Christmas Eve oranges. Next, I need some usable watercolours—I am sure there is a stray paint set in the crafts cupboard. Nothing. I ask Violet if she would let me use one of her kits. Nope! Apparently, I am not responsible enough . . . I didn’t return her set the last time. To the local art shop I go. This feels exciting. When was the last time I purchased a paint set for myself? Have I ever? All this leading to an afternoon of painting.
I lay out each orange print. My vision is simple: one colour per orange. Despite a desire to paint them all in one sitting, I am relaxed and content with a brush in my hand. I am caught with how colour changes each one. How the brush strokes add depth and life. So much better than painting a wall!
I tell each family member that these are orbinges not oranges. I am harkening back to an early pandemic Sunday cafe I would run called “Himiney Orbinge”—we needed something to mark the weekend. They are moderately interested. Violet wants to paint her own. How can you not want an orbinge?
I want one!
Fancy!!