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Crunchy CMYK Watercolor Palette:
PY184 Bismuth Yellow x PR122 Quinacridone Magenta x PG50 Cobalt Turquoise Light + PBk31 Perylene Green/Black
PY184 and PR122 are staining, while PG50 is highly granulating. I think there will be a learning curve to this palette while I learn more/feel out how to best utilize them. I love the atmospheric and neon possibilities, but I don't think it would be a great most-purpose palette as a trio.
I couldn't seem to create a dark neutral, so I brought in my favorite easy mode cool neutral PBk31 to remind myself how it acts with the base colors (in the corners). While using up some of the leftovers on a sketch (on the bad paper that I love so much) for further testing, I added PW6 (Titanium White). I find that PW6 stabilizes mixes that would normally separate/it holds granulating pigments in suspension, but that can be broken again with dilution for some interesting hazy effects. I'm still figuring out what I can do with it.
I'm still not sure this palette is worth the hassle of dealing with cobalt waste water?
#watercolor#watercolor swatches#watercolor sketch#materials testing#the ribbon tied to the short tail did not translate but this was a color test so its fiiiiine#kit chimera#mx kit chimera
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Pandaria is famous for the beauty of its places. Clear fields, high waterfalls, perfect buildings, good alcohol. Indeed, the festivals in the Pandaren Empire are luxurious and mesmerizing. Bright fanfare, loud music — good atmosphere in which you can relax.
Masks were the highlight that evening. Whether they are made of paper, fabric or bamboo. Someone did not regret the wooden saucer, cutting out two holes for the eyes. She received her mask as a token of gratitude. A little work and perseverance. She helped the farmer, protected the merchant, brought medicine to the villager. A child came up to her. With a big smile and wide eyes, she held out a bamboo mask. A little sloppy, but made with great diligence and soul. The little pandaren asked to dress her for the festival. And the woman could not help but refuse. She now stands in this mask, wearing a simple green dress. Far from everyone. After tasting alcohol and dancing she wanted to get some fresh air. Take a break.
Behind her back is the joy of the inhabitants, beautiful music, bright atmosphere.
— Fascinating, isn't it? — A quiet voice sounded.
She looked around and saw blonde hair and a neat wood mask painted in various colors.
— Your voice is familiar to me — She smiled and nodded — How can I help?
— It looks like you liked this festival — He came closer and stood beside
— There are many festivals and celebrations in Stormwind, but this is the place where I am amazed at the beauty and simplicity of the pandaren cultures.
— Magic, isn't it? I am glad that I am here in peacetime and can contemplate their life.
— I thought the King should always be in the castle and only watch his people from afar.
— Sometimes even the Kings need rest. Even if he's on the excuse of "learning about pandaren traditions" — He chuckled and rubbed his neck.
— I'm glad you can take a minute and relax.
They stood in silence for a while. He reached for his mask and ran his hand over it.
— I thought I looked simple enough on my way here. Calling me a lad and offering a drink. What gave me away?
— You’re bad at acting — she shrugged her shoulders — But I did recognize you not for this reason. Did you know that golden hair is very rare?
— Some people have this hair color, so I doubt your words.
— They are just light, but yours give off in gold, is it all about blood?
— S-should I take this a-as a compliment?"
— As you wish — she smiled.
While still touching the mask, he doubted at first, but eventually took it off.
— It's nice to relax for a while.
— Will they not look for you?
— Hopefully my disappearance isn’t noticed so quickly.
They stood side by side, elbows barely touching. Her mask only half covered her face. She was still smiling.
— What makes you happy?
— Nothing.
— Are you sure? You are smiling.
— I know
— Am I funny in your eyes?
— What made you think so? The King of Stormwind quietly went on foot alone into the depths of the city during the festival, where creatures of different races and opinions are located. I’m just smiling.
— Didn't you say earlier that the king spends too much time away from his people? I thought it was a good decision to be closer.
— I do not judge you. Looks like alcohol has clouded my mind and it played a trick on me. I just wanted to have a little fun for myself. Sorry.
— I-I think I should do this more often, worse and worse I distinguish sarcasm.
He waited for her to say something else, but she only let out a small laugh. He felt like a small child. He furrowed his brows.
— What? You are too serious. A little pampering won't hurt.
He wanted to say something else. Something serious that could dispel this situation. He just took a deep breath and relaxed. Wanted to watch. Stay close.
— If you wait a bit, then there will be fireworks. I'm sure it will be exciting.
— I saw them up close when I was a child. I still remember that moment — his hair, tied in a ponytail, flew in the wind
— I never liked fireworks. Noisy, not letting you sleep, too bright.
— But you are waiting for them.
— I just hope they will be different here.
The mask was still in his hand. He decided to examine it in detail.
— Apart from the fact that we are in an open area without an orchestra playing nearby, it looks more like a masquerade ball.
— And there are also beautiful luxurious dresses, many aristocrats and dances.
— Only small conditions and necessity.
— I am an ordinary person, I do not understand this — she shrugged her shoulders and turned to him — It suits you more.
— I received invitations as a teenager, but my dad believed that teaching the future king was a priority.— He put his mask on a small table nearby.
— You are the only heir. I guess that was the reason.
He looked at her.
Her mop of brown hair is braided into a tall, irregular bun. A bright, red, slightly rough mask covering half of her face makes her stand out despite her plain green dress. The smile faded from her face, she turned her gaze to the nature ahead of her. She looks so fragile from the outside. But she can be very emotional, brave. When the sword is in her hand, she waves it left and right to protect her life. Hands are always covered with calluses. Her look is always serious, sometimes frightened. But when there is no sword, she looks calm, happy, peaceful. Sometimes it seems to him that the war does not suit her. He wished she could leave the sword and never take it again. Bruises, cuts, bandages on her body. War does not give a choice and he understands this very well. Who knows what might happen to her. People return from the war either crippled or do not return at all.
— Would you like to go?
— What?
It must sound strange. She is a soldier and serves him body and soul. She saved his life. — Go to the ball?
— Yes.
He wanted her to be able to live a peaceful life at least most of the time. Maybe she must appear more often at festivals, drank in taverns, found friends. She is always sincere when she is not at a war.
— Isn't that for aristocrats? — She grimaced — Well, for politics, intrigue and stuff.
— You helped the Alliance enough to gain status. It would be nice for you to come there once.
He saw her dancing in Elwynn Forest to the song of the minstrel. This wasn’t a waltz, but it was the voice of her body, soul. Sincerely and freely. She may not be blue-blooded, but ...
— You would be beautiful there — escaped from him
The heart made a circle. He said it too unexpectedly. She turned sharply. He is sure that under the mask, there is pure amazement and shock in her eyes.
An image flashed in his head: She slowly descends the stairs. Her long hair ran down her back. Her neck and ears would have jewelry made of topaz to accentuate her eye color. A long coral dress that would have bared her shoulders. Her hands in short gloves were holding the railing. Her gaze would be calm, maybe even she was smiling. He would have held out his hand to accompany her beside her.
Or maybe he will dance with her.
But he guessed in reality she could hide in the shadows part of the time, dressed in a modest but pretty dress. Without stones and ornaments on it. She does not know etiquette, morality, rules.
And she knew it too.
— Anduin — she whispered softly
The girl looked into his eyes. Despite the unexpected announcement, he did not look away. His hand touched her fingers.
— I would like to see you there — he said it as warmly as possible.
She turned her body towards him, not brushing his hand away. She looked a little embarrassed.
— You know how to surprise — she tried to laugh, she tried to translate everything into a joke, but her head is spinning — I ... I don't know what to say. She lowered her gaze, her tight smile, her lips trembling, her breathing ragged. She's not scared.
— Looks like you should spend less time alone. I can still surprise you. He was also on the nerves, but his body did not tremble. He shifted hand from her fingers to her palm, and the other hand went up to touch her face, but stopped in mid—air.
— Do you propose your candidacy? Her hand turned to interlace her fingers with him. The other gingerly took the hand that had been left in the air halfway. — But I don't know etiquette
— I know — He whispered
— I can accidentally be rude — she thought a little
— I know — He smiled
The man touched her face, ran his hand over her cheek and moved her to the mask. The girl did not flinch. Her mask was fragile and the fastening of the mask snapped. The mask no longer held onto her face. He slowly took her off and saw her face. She did not look away and looked at him, completely trusting. He slowly approached her. The mask in his hands slipped off and quietly fell beside him. Her free hand touched his shoulder, ran up to his neck, and lifted up to his low tail, which is secured with a white silk ribbon. They unlocked their hands and the second reached out to the same place.
— Did you know that loose hair suits you?
She reached out and pull the ribbon. Now both of her hands were on his shoulders. He felt that the hair was scratching his nose, maybe tickling his neck. Both of his hands touched her face and dropped to her forearms.
He reached for her. She closed her eyes.
The noise disappeared, as if tens and hundreds of people were silent. A whistle hummed over them. Fireworks flashed in different colors. The bright light blazed, then faded. It didn't look like normal explosions. As if fireworks created forms, constellations, shimmering in different shades. They didn't see it. The kiss was sweet, she smelled of alcohol, although she drank it long ago and managed to sober up. He seemed to be drunk, although he did not drink alcohol for the whole evening and did not taste even a drop. They've lost track of time. They heard the rhythm of each other's heart.
They parted, breathing deeply and slowly. They were silent. He rested his head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent.
He closed his eyes and thought.
"Now my heart is yours"
She didn't move, but she fiddled with the ribbon with her fingertips. Her gaze ran around.
— The mask that you broke was made by a child. It's a pity — She tried to joke and break the silence.
— We missed the fireworks — He raised his head, peering into the sky, parrying — The mask is beautiful
— Was. Maybe there will still be fireworks — She was still looking down
They laughed together. We looked into each other's eyes.
— You like it?
— Wh-what? — He got nervous again and swallowed saliva.
— Hair. They are ruffled. It seems to me that they are beautiful.
— Yes, e-exactly — he started awkwardly — They are long, so I prefer making the tail.
— You’re losing a lot of opportunities
— You have long hair too, but you have it gathered.
— I can dissolve it — she reached for the bun and grabbed the hairpin. He chuckled earnestly. Her hair fell over her shoulders. The hairpin she was holding in her hand she put in the front pocket of his shirt.
— I should go back — He kissed her forehead
— I understand, but for some reason it seems to me that today everything will be good — she put her hand on his chest — But if you insist, can we walk a little? I can smell the food from here. I am paying tonight.
— That would be great. My health is your responsibility.
They took up their masks. He carefully put his back on. She did assess the damage to her mask.
— I think it can be repaired, not scary — She smiled
— Glad to hear that
They nodded to each other. She took his hand and led him towards the crowd.
They spent this evening and night together and became one.
But in the morning she did not see him.
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