I brought a selection of colored pencils on this trip thanks to Liz Steele and her Sketching Now on-line class. Regular colored pencils have very little appeal to me, but I am discovering the transformative nature of watercolor pencils. 'Learning' being my euphemistic way of saying messing around with. Anyway, I pulled them out a bit.
Both of these (above and below) are cut off from the full landscape spread since my scanner only goes to legal size, but since they're not highly composed, I'm just living with it. When I sit in front of a landscape I just begin with what catches my eye and move around from there. In both these cases I used pencil and ink to define edges and then wet my water brush on the pencil to build up color.
But as we went on, I got more intrigued by the stones themselves and the texture of rocks in the hillside. I stopped trying to rush to get to the color of the layers and just focused on the fun I was having building up the piles.
I loved doing these in person, since the gravitas of the rock formations was so palpable, or maybe I just went a little kooky. I was on some muscle relaxants after all.
I am hoping to get access to my husbands stash of photographs so I can play with more rock outcroppings, but he took several thousand pictures (he's that kind of guy) and it's taking him time to sort through. I await. I may have to do new versions of piles I've already done. That's actually taking on an allure of its own.