“Too much cinnamon,” was the verdict when I made applesauce from Wendy’s first bag of apples, so I asked for another bag. A few days later, after work in the parking lot we transferred a brown paper bag filled with heavy, ripe Gravenstiens (we think that’s what they are) from her car to mine. My baking Smartcar was infused with the sweet rich scent of warm apples, and suddenly applesauce seemed like too much effort on a lovely August afternoon. Once home, I hauled them inside and set the bag on the kitchen table…r-r-r-rip…. Avalanche! Clearly they were begging to be painted. Sometimes you just need to succumb to the powers of nature!
I used my brush pen a bit to capture the outlines, then layers and layers of pencil and watercolor. I played with a bit of text, and decided that either I need to lay out the text in pencil first, or just go all scribbly, because the combination doesn’t turn out quite as I had hoped. Maybe a larger “illuminated” A next time?