Songs without Words

Felt like using my watercolor pencils again.  I messed up some of the inking (on the face), but the skirt and socks came out much better than I expected.

Caroline is happily chomping away at a nut-encrusted candied apple.  I realized that it was a lot of fun spilling the colors outside of the puddles, so I played around with the sorts of shapes and gradients I could coax out.  I really like how the puddles create dynamicism out of the negative spaces.

I decided to cut down on detail in favor of the big picture.  I especially wanted to practice my technique with using highlights, since in the previous two the highlights were drowned out by excessive water that bled the colors to uniformity.  I think the colors turned out much more vibrant here as a result.

The air is crumpling down
Folded fingerjoints caught in a turbulent roll
The scent of crackling fireplaces wrapping around pudgy geese
And the slick sheen of well-combed grass with that good old-fashioned dew

Sneakers plodding through lifeless leaves
Grumbles of idle cars dreaming of another age
A gust of wind rattling the percussive windchimes on a nearby tree
The sky, pale, and the stream caught undressed

Thoughts scattered and dampened
Reluctantly haunting the horizons of barren groves
What stories come and come to be forgotten
In the infertile glow of autumn mornings