Don’t you just love them? Not all accidents are bad, this one was almost comical as I carefully selected my watercolour paints that would create the stripes you see. My guardian angel and mentor, Anne, saved me with only seconds to spare – you see, I’d drawn the picture in what I thought was a lead pencil – turned out to be a watercolour pencil.
Thank goodness I had someone watching over my shoulder, otherwise this understated rendition of my beautiful grandfather would have dissolved into the murky, muddy world of liquid darkness. And it would have happened right before my eyes – I would’ve been powerless (possibly laughing hideously to hide my utter horror).
Anne suggested I use chalk pastels to colour the lines instead of watercolour – liquid to be avoided from this point on. I love the result, it’s so much softer than expected and for once appears better in real life than in my head. A very happy accident.
Many thanks to that loitering black watercolour pencil and my marvelous mentor – without you both, this picture might not even exist.
For more information on my grandfather’s story, please click here to visit Forgotten Australians.
For more information on the artwork I’ve created around my grandfather, please click here to visit Abandoned – original artwork.
For a snippet of the biography still in progress, please click here to read Abandoned – Forgotten Australians, a biography .