AugustPosted: August 12, 2013
“There was a time, usually late in August, when summer struck the trees with dazzling power and they were rich with leaves but then became, suddenly one day, strangely still, as if in expectation and at that moment aware.”
That beautiful sentence is from a James Salter novel I’m reading and it made me want to paint trees. I also tried out some new paper — well, new for me — but hardly new at all because it comes from St Cuthberts Mill which has been making paper since the 1700s. I bought a block of Saunders Waterford HP, a paper I’ve been wanting to try for some time. It’s a little rougher than the Fabriano hot pressed block that I’ve been using lately, which means that my Micron pen doesn’t glide as easily over the surface. But what is lost in smoothness is gained in the way it takes the paint. This is gorgeous, creamy paper with a soft texture that seems to love layer upon layer of pigment. Glad I bought a block of it.