Earlier this year, I went for a walk through the woods that surround the local dam, and I stumbled across this chap, who was remarkably camouflaged until I was right upon him:
Carved in an old tree, I wondered if he was there to welcome visitors or ward off any unwelcome spirits.
Tonight, with hardly any time to dip a paintbrush into water, I decided to paint my interpretation of this chap. Initial sketching, painting, and photographing took only thirty minutes – you can probably tell. Writing this took another thirty, and put my schedule back even more. Ah well. What’s time anyway?
He also reminds me of the king in a pack of playing cards, but Cheshire also has ancient links to the legend of King Canute, so something is telling me that this is a carving of him. It probably isn’t, but I’m happy to think that it is. So once again, I’ve painted a face. With black eyes. This time, however, the eyes are meant to be black, and I’m quite pleased with how they’ve turned out. Every silver cloud…
This is another painting for #WorldWatercolorMonth, which runs throughout July.