I thought I was done with my spring paintings. I had put my things away. But last night I saw a street I could not resist. A dead end alley with a small fox shrine at the end and a late cherry blooming over head.
My raw paper was in the closet so I tried some paper I had painted with venetian red, the way the old gilders used to underpaint before applying the gold leaf.
It changed the touch, increased the flow and bleeding. It didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped.
