I wanted to see if I could paint smoke. I had this idea in my head of what I wanted it to look like, but getting it onto paper wasn’t so simple.
I tried watercolour first. But the wet-on-wet gave more of a feathered look than the wispy translucent look I was going for. So I tried gouache. It was great for giving the background that burning glow to the sky but not so great for smoke. Acrylic paint smudged and smeared just how I wanted. And I ended up using all three of them.
And it’s not just about the smoke obviously. Then we’ve got the guy. The topless guy with the cool tattooed half-sleeve and a mysterious sense of calm anger to go with his anonymity ‘… this masked, tattooed rioter, this potential revolutionary, muted physically and in colour among the chaos of neon pink and blue hues; wisps of smoke and a sky on fire.’
There’s no one way that a sketchbook should look. Inside or out. No limits, and no rules. This is the place- if nowhere else-
Meet Dorothy. Look at her. What a cutie.
Now, if you’ve been following me for a while, you might recognise this little gem. She was the subject