Wednesday, June 16, 2010


This is my set of virgin watercolor brushes. I really like them. I chose them for their long rubber textured grip handles and their soft bristles (and the affordable price.) I used to have a set of pretty yellow-handled brushes. When I bought them several years ago, the lady at the art supply store was excited about the brand name. To me their brand was unimportant. I just needed brushes. At this present time, I don't know the whereabouts of those brushes. My kids would tell me, "They're somewhere, Mom!"

Uh huh!

Do kids really appreciate the difference of a $30 paintbrush? I wonder if I even would at this stage in the game....LOL

I took classes with Wanda several years ago, but life has a funny way of happening, donchaknow? The palette got tucked away in one corner, the tubes of watercolors in another dark place, the brushes claimed by another family artiste, and the passion was even tucked away. I gave up watercolor.

One day this last April, I sifted through some old papers. I stumbled across a greeting card I'd painted for my gramma. Sadly, I'd never sent it to her. She never got to see it; she never got to receive it...or feel that joy of having someone send a hand painted card. Luckily for me, though, I still have it and it was the perfect prompt for me to call my paint instructor and inquire about classes again. I collected all old art tools and headed off to class. I've even already gotten my first commission!

...and at the time of this posting, I have painted with the brushes. They work quite well.

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