14 September, 2019.
My relationship with gouache is complicated. I want to love it; my first thoughts as I begin to mix and lay down paint is that I think I want something exclusive. But it’s not long before my thoughts begin to wander. I fantasize about my pens and just a splash of watercolor. I mean, let’s be honest. Gouache makes you work hard. Pens are easy and forgiving. If I run out of water, or my paint dries too quickly, my pen is always there waiting, cooing seductively: Just a few lines, that’s all you need. It’s all you want.
Last night I painted in gouache at the Brush Creek Art Walk Friday Night Nocturne quick paint event. I felt like I needed to push myself, to do something really uncomfortable – so I packed gouache in my kit. But the paint dried on my palette so damn fast! It doesn’t really allow me to be splashy and spontaneous… it’s so… deliberate.
It really makes you wonder why in the world I decided to paint with the damn stuff again at this morning’s event.
Gouache on Stillman and Birn gray paper, glued to mat board.