Finding that balance....the tricky part.
After a long bout with a nasty virus, I needed a little extra tension to boost my art mojo. So I dove into a jar of crackle paste. I've never used it, had no instructions AND the jar had been purchased at a flea market, so the contents were dried out and old. If you add some water and a LOT of mashing and smashing, it will revitalize into something really pasty and satisfying. The undercoat of this piece is a heap load of crackle paste, scored to smithereens with many texture tools. This is what gives the trees their lovely lines and grainy grooves, which are quite 3-dimensional in real life. It is probably the most wonderful group of painted trees I've ever made. I will be doing this again and again.
Here in south Florida, it is difficult to get a real nature fix in a hurry. I am feeling the call of the wild...a desire to hike amongst tall trees and listen to songbirds while crunching through leaves and blazing trails through undergrowth. In lieu of that, a suburban hike over to the neighborhood park to peek at the burrowing owl nests will do in a pinch. I hadn't seen them since Hurricane Irma. But there they were, peeking out of their holes. I didn't get close enough for a pic (Pongo is not a stealthy owl viewer), so enjoy this video of burrowing owls in nearby Cape Coral:
Jen Jovan and her imaJENation