As I slowly get back into the medium that I loved I am remembering why I loved watercolors so much. I love the feel of the paper, the way the water moves over it, the softness of the colors.
Last week I found this little simple frame, just the sort of thing I like to get at thrift stores and re-make into something pretty. Cute, and at 75 cents a steal! But not really my thing.
Being an artist is like being a bird. We collect and gather little bits save and make into something new.
I covered the base with burlap, painted the matting, ripped a small square of watercolor paper and painted my little bird.