My feather collection hadn’t been getting out of hand but hadn’t done much more than take up space on a shelf. I’d learned to watercolor while studying architecture so I decided to dust off the old palette, pick up a few new brushes, and give it ago. I have all these feathers around so I picked out a few, set them up (see below), and got painting. Ten years of rust meant mistakes but it also means a fresh start at developing a new style.
In the end it was a bit like riding a bike. I hadn’t forgotten, but that didn’t mean there weren’t a few spills.