Apple A Day No. 3
7 x 7”
Watercolor on Saunders Waterford 300# Rough
I started this Apple before I ate in the morning, again having decided to use Lian Quan Zhen's approach: the three primary colors and very wet in wet. It got sloppy. It got frightening. It got horrible. It got stuck under the faucet. Success! More work.
Then life intruded. Time passed. Surprises happened. By the time I got home, I had to really make some fast, gutsy decisions. No wiffle-waffling here. So I posted the result, warts and all, I said.
The funny thing about it is that with the clearer eye imparted by time and distance, I find that this is one of my favorites out of the series. In it, I can clearly see myself stuck behind a podium in front of all my--dare I say it?--extremely critical highschool classmates trying desperately to give the speech upon which my entire Speech class grade depended. Hard though it may be to imagine now, I was petrified. Literally. I couldn't string two thoughts together in a coherent sentence, despite my carefully filled out notecards. So I feel for this Apple, up there in front of God and everybody, and I say, "You can do it! And if you can't, it's still going to be OK. Really."