Playing with watercolors and salt-texturing, basically you sprinkle salt (I like coarse) over wetter areas of the piece and when it dries you scrape it off and it adds a cool rough blossoming texture. I did a couple watercolor speed paints in Sepia and Prussian Blue, a bit of Viridian, and then poured on the salt.
to this edition.
THESE chapters were not intended to form a whole by themselves, and had their Author possessed the opportunities of health and leisure, it is impossible to say what additions he might have made. It is certain, however, that the publication of a revised and complete edition had frequently been in his contemplation.
The Author had hoped that these chapters were to be only the first instalment of a credible study of the θάλασσογενηίς,—Sea-Born.
I have taken the liberty of including a small collection of hand-written Notes the Author intended for a future complete Edition of the book. That these Notes are not drawn up with the care which the Author would have bestowed on them before he presented them to the publick eye, will be apparent to the Reader on the slightest comparison with the two Chapters, and I must ask the Reader’s forgiveness for their state. I have gathered the Notes from the Author’s private journal and marginalia in earlier works. However, I would not have included them without sufficient reason or need, primarily that if these Notes were not made publick, they would have been, in time, lost to all the world.
Finally, it is common to all studies to be imperfect while they are in their infancy, and the Reader should not make an exception for the present work, nor fault the Author for at times, as Dryden says, looking “at the wrong side of the tapestry.”
THE AUTHOR, before his death, wished to convey his gratitude to two gentlemen; —the first, his friend and mentor, Professor J. W. Helmwhitt, and the second, a most virtuous, wise, and eloquent Gentleman of The Sea who, in the course of two years relating the histories, movements, and political structure of the Sea-Born to the Author, would only give his name as Telchines.
Ipswich, Octr 4, 1810.
I pulled into work this morning--I park a pretty good distance from the building--and someone over the weekend had tossed out a bunch of ketchup packets from McDonald's. A murder of crows had found the ketchup before I got there. "Murder" is definitely the coolest collective noun for any group of things--way better than herd or flock of crows. (Although a herd of crows sounds like it could be more dangerous to humans, especially if they stampede). The crows were already tearing open the packets to get at the ketchup and I just parked and watched them for a while. They had it down, standing on one of the packet and ripping open the other with their beaks. Amazing. What's funny, is that they didn't move when I drove in. They just watched me--hoping for some fries maybe? They didn't seem too concerned until I rolled down the window and took a few pics of them. Then they each picked up their ketchup packets and walked further down the parking lot.
and live on SaltwaterWitch.com. I have storyboarded some of chapter 13 and I will get to drawing and painting it as soon as I can. Readercon is just around the corner and for all the writers and readers at the con there isn't a lot of writing or drawing or reading time--as you'd expect. I just finished up something short that will be published next year--can't say any more about this for now, but the editor loved it. I also have a book to finish, and I'm not very far from the end. Actually I've already written the ending, which is a standard part of my book-writing process. I get about two-thirds to halfway through the story and then I write the ending--as much as I know of it at the time. That gives me a stake in the ground that I will then work toward.
So that's where I am.