The Art of Ramona: The Joy of Painting

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Joy of Painting

I have re-discovered my love of watercolor. It may not be as relaxing as say The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross. With the gentle strokes here and putting a little tree in, just like that. In fact, I tend to get a little carried away, mixing the colours really quickly. However, I do find it peaceful to a certain extent.

It also gives my sketchbooks that splash of colour it longs for.

Anyway, I tried to do all of the suggestions that everyone asked for. Some are not complete yet, but come on! It's only the next day. I am pretty proud of myself for doing it so quickly.

Simon, I shall start work on the dragon from Sleeping Beauty soon. Hopefully it will turn out well.

The Tramp in sketch and watercolor.

Phil from Hercules,

think I am going to leave this one as just a sketch.

The brilliant and hilarious Mushu.

Started drawing the recess gang,

not sure if I want to do the rest of the characters or not.

I will colour them though.

The sketches of these were done at work today. I know SHAME! However, I was bored, the store was empty, and my sketchbook was beckoning me to come and fill her virgin white pages. Sorry, did I creep you out there? Heh Heh.

What shall the next theme of the week be? I have a couple ideas...

2 comments:

MelissaOctober 4, 2010 at 10:40 AM
These are really great! I love Mushu and OH MY GOD! You're planning on doing Maleficent as a dragon? Why the hell didn't I think of that! Damnit. I had to go for the funny dragon... not the evil one. SIgh. At least someone thought of it.

I'll show my mom tramp when I get home. Also. Mushu rocks. Seriously. ANd PHIL. OhMGEE. He looks fantastic. I'm glad you're not coloring him. He's perfect already.

Haha. Recess. ANd also... fill her virgin white pages? Someone needs to be commited
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AnonymousOctober 5, 2010 at 5:22 PM
I absolutely LOVE Mushu! And despite your rant, I also think you did an excellent job with Gretchen and TJ!

J
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.