When I was little and drew I used to think that until I use red somewhere in the picture it does not come alive. Red was my magic color that was used very scarcely and was always the final touch in the drawing. I remember thinking where exactly do I want the color to appear and felt like I had the magic wand in the hand when I took the red pencil.
Red is still a very special color for me. I love it and I hate it. I can never wear red, and I try not to use it a lot in my work. But I save it for the most special places in the painting--like the hat, or the shoes:)
And yet another example of that is this watercolor. Will be in my shop later this evening, hope it finds a good home.
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