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#3655
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she/hers traveler ruminating | gentle ~cow-sized pollard willow (Salix alba) & buttercup (Ranunculus acris) northern lapwing (Vanellus vanellus) small familiar old windmill | x biome location tbd |
story & personality
"That old scrap? ...No, I don't know anything about that."
once, a painter. slowly recovering her old life.
tbd; wip
once, a painter. slowly recovering her old life.
tbd; wip
appearances
You may create art or writing of 3655 freely, but please ask before including her in esk interactions.
transformations
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inspiration & playlist
As regards black in nature, we are of course in complete agreement, as I understand it. Absolute black doesn’t in fact occur. Like white, however, it’s present in almost every color and forms the endless variety of greys – distinct in tone and strength. So that in nature one in fact sees nothing but these tones or strengths.
...I can’t tell you how expressive that simple outline is. Everything is in there.
...from the drawing springs not only the watercolor, but all kinds of other shoots that will develop in due course in me as in anyone else working with love.
I’ve attacked that old giant of a pollard willow, and I believe it has turned out the best of the watercolors. A somber landscape – that dead tree beside a stagnant pond covered in duckweed, in the distance a Rijnspoor depot where railway lines cross, smoke-blackened buildings – also green meadows, a cinder road and a sky in which the clouds are racing, grey with an occasional gleaming white edge, and a depth of blue where the clouds tear apart for a moment. In short, I wanted to make it like how I imagine the signalman with his smock and red flag must see and feel it when he thinks: how gloomy it is today.
I get a lot of pleasure out of work these days, though now and again I still clearly feel the after-effects of my illness.
Just working faithfully from nature and with persistence seems to me a sure way, and one that can’t end up with nothing.
The feeling for and love of nature always strike a chord sooner or later with people who take an interest in art. The duty of the painter is to study nature in depth and to use all his intelligence, to put his feelings into his work so that it becomes comprehensible to others. But working with an eye to marketability isn’t exactly the right way in my view, but rather is cheating art lovers. The true artists didn’t do that; the sympathy they received sooner or later came because of their sincerity.
I know no more than that, and don’t believe I need to know any more.
Anyway – goodbye for now, with a handshake.
tout à toi, █████
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...I can’t tell you how expressive that simple outline is. Everything is in there.
...from the drawing springs not only the watercolor, but all kinds of other shoots that will develop in due course in me as in anyone else working with love.
I’ve attacked that old giant of a pollard willow, and I believe it has turned out the best of the watercolors. A somber landscape – that dead tree beside a stagnant pond covered in duckweed, in the distance a Rijnspoor depot where railway lines cross, smoke-blackened buildings – also green meadows, a cinder road and a sky in which the clouds are racing, grey with an occasional gleaming white edge, and a depth of blue where the clouds tear apart for a moment. In short, I wanted to make it like how I imagine the signalman with his smock and red flag must see and feel it when he thinks: how gloomy it is today.
I get a lot of pleasure out of work these days, though now and again I still clearly feel the after-effects of my illness.
Just working faithfully from nature and with persistence seems to me a sure way, and one that can’t end up with nothing.
The feeling for and love of nature always strike a chord sooner or later with people who take an interest in art. The duty of the painter is to study nature in depth and to use all his intelligence, to put his feelings into his work so that it becomes comprehensible to others. But working with an eye to marketability isn’t exactly the right way in my view, but rather is cheating art lovers. The true artists didn’t do that; the sympathy they received sooner or later came because of their sincerity.
I know no more than that, and don’t believe I need to know any more.
Anyway – goodbye for now, with a handshake.
tout à toi, █████
x
