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More adventures in Portugal
One day in Tomar, Portugal, we happened upon a festival where men dressed in traditional costume sang and danced. Another day in the same town, it rained all day. First we braved it and walked up to see the castle that had gargoyles everywhere, then went back to our hotel and read.
Sleeping in Portugal
When I travel, I bring along a cheap watercolor set and even cheaper paper. I do a two-minute watercolor at the end of each day both to amuse my travel partners and to have something to help me remember my happiest trip details.
I painted this one at the end of our first day in Lisbon, Portugal. After an all-night, all-awake flight, the owner of our Airbnb told us we had to wait a few hours to get into our room because they were cleaning. She gave us a tour of Lisbon and then dropped us off at a local park—where we proceeded to instantly fall asleep sitting up on a bench. We got up to stroll around a bit, and each time we sat down, we both fell asleep again.
Even more noodling until I get it right
Noodling once again
I’ve been teaching myself some new, far more challenging silk painting techniques than what I’ve used in the past. It’s involved experimenting and failing, experimenting and failing, and even MORE experimenting and failing. I’m starting to master the techniques, and once I’m satisfied, I’ll be offering prints of my silk paintings.
