After last weekend which was a glorious three-day, jam-packed, adventure-filled, fun-fest: boyfriend and I took this three day labor day weekend to sloth (thank you Grover Cleveland, even if you botched that whole Pullman thing). It's been glorious. Like we are on house arrest (but with free will).
My obsession with calligraphy and lettering has gotten me more into watercolors lately (lettering and other experiments are gratuitously shared on my Instagram). I worked in watercolors for years as an illustrator, but in a way that fought the medium. I used extenders and blending mediums and really tried to get them to behave like oils that I could scan a lot faster than their oily pigmented counterparts. Lately I'm obsessed with the immediacy of watercolor; the blending and splotches and marks that it leaves that are unique to it and are distinct from any other medium. It can be annoying and go horribly wrong or it can create stunning beauty with really little input from me and my brush.
Saturday was particularly productive and fun as I was looking for a style of type unlike what I've recently been doing with a pointed pen and brushes. I went off the deep end a bit with it, and was stoked to get encouragement in the way of a calligrabasics repost (have been tagging them with lettering for months). My 40 year old self is rolling my eyes that an instagram repost is giving me validation worth blogging about but you know what? I'm just being my damn fine self.