(Sorry for the double post! This looks better as a photoset, I think.)
A while back some of you asked about the difference between cold and hot pressed watercolor paper, so I doodled on a sheet of each.
The main difference between the two is that cold pressed paper is textured whereas hot pressed is satiny smooth, as you can see from the images above.
I’ve also noticed that paint dries more quickly on hot pressed paper, which you can see in blobs 6 and 7, especially.
I’m still getting used to the hot pressed stuff and try to save it for pieces that will have a lot of line work in them, which comes out more smoothly (like this piece or this one). I’m definitely more accustomed to working with the texture of cold pressed paper!
Do you have a preference?
I want YOU (by Nicole Dybel)
Most of the items for my Halloween costume were thrifted. I had a basic, glittery idea in my mind before I went out looking for pieces but it evolved into a more classic style. It mixes masculine accessories (suspenders, blazer, beard) with feminine features (long curly wig, red lips, short shorts). My favorite thing about this costume were the amount of fun accessories I had with me throughout the night. I love the way it turned out, beard and all! Make sure to vote ;)
Finding out someone you care a lot for, be it a friend, doesn’t care nearly as much, is hurtful. How have I not known about such a major conflict in our relationship? It’s been going on for so long and I had no idea of the image I was to someone I’ve never met. Honesty is important, not only to the one you would assume, but to the other. I will take this as a lesson. And I will try to be strong. For another friendship has slipped out of my hands, once again. This one is fucking hard.
I’m curious. I’m interested. At least I think so and that’s enough for right now.
Some times I think it’s for the best, other times I think you’ve made the biggest mistake.
Just because someone has the potential to make you happy doesn’t mean they do make you happy. Addiction and drugs; and it’s not the way it’s supposed to be.
gotta find another place… maybe one i can stand.