Backlit painting process on Clairefontaine Pastelgrain

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  • Опубликовано: 16 янв 2025

Комментарии • 9

  • @wildliferox2
    @wildliferox2 Месяц назад

    Thank you so much for taking us on this creative journey with you. Loved it. And for sharing your thoughts, how you dealt with issues, and lessons learned.

    • @KaitlinGiada
      @KaitlinGiada  Месяц назад

      I’m so glad you enjoyed it! That means a lot. More to come! 😄

  • @pintandoconmoctezuma
    @pintandoconmoctezuma 3 месяца назад +1

    Really beautiful 🤩

  • @rockindavebyron3960
    @rockindavebyron3960 2 месяца назад

    WOW, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL!!! I'm just getting back into art after a 45 yr absence due to playing music for a living, I a guitarist, but art is sooooooo soothing. I'm getting into both oil & soft pastels, just trying to find my niche. Your art & advice is VERY INCOURAGING & INSPIRING, I just subbed to your channel and will support, Keep On Creating, Rock On & God Bless.

    • @KaitlinGiada
      @KaitlinGiada  2 месяца назад +1

      Thank you so much! That really means a lot! It’s never too late! Now you have 45 years of life experience to contribute to your art! You would have had that if you started sooner 😊

  • @AllanWafkowski
    @AllanWafkowski 8 дней назад

    Would you explain how the grid is helpful?

  • @the-comments-poet
    @the-comments-poet 3 месяца назад +1

    Teardrop
    As I look out my window today
    I see a tree. In the field over there, among friends
    It stands tall and strong and I don’t know his name
    I do not know trees as some do
    Botanists and horticulturists know these names
    Greek and Latin. And family and ancestry too
    How tall they can be and how deep their roots go
    Bark and buds and leaves
    Me, I don’t know such things
    I just look out my window and see this tree
    Majestic and imposing. Kingly you might say
    And I don’t even know his name
    He has probably been here for a long time
    Long before my little window came to look upon him
    When these were fields busy, foxes and squirrels
    Wild grasses and noisy creeks
    Old and wise I imagine my tree to be
    And I look at him looking back at me
    His leaves dance gracefully in formal salute
    I would dare a question if only I knew his name
    How did you come to be
    Who have you met in your days. Were they kind and friendly
    What do you dream about in the cold of winter
    Is the summer shower warmer after the storm
    I should probably stop this daydreaming now
    Trees do not mind for intrusive onlookers
    Who know nothing about them
    Not even their name
    As I go back to work, I see a leaf falling from my tree