As Bill the Cat used to say, "Akkkkk!!!"
Went too dark on the background. Should have just wet the areas and dropped in yellows, blues and greens, and left it at that. So that's what I learned from this one. (The yellows look flat here but they aren't IRL so not sure why the photo looks so flat.)
And when I peeled the artists tape off the edges of this one, the paper peeled a bit, too - the Canson Montval is definitely just for playing.
Since it was already pretty ruined, I spritzed off the darks as much as I could, keeping the yellows clean by blotting up the darks. Then pinned it up to my cork board and painted a bit more with the paper wet and the paint running a bit.
And here is the start of a Datura of another kind...
Her name was Datura Sykes.
Like the flower,
a little bit of Datura would hypnotize...
a lot could prove deadly.
Her daddy was Cherokee, right off
the reservation when he met her mama
dancing in a club in New Orleans, calling
herself the Mississippi Delta Queen. A lanky man
with cheekbones sharp enough to cut
paper, he killed himself in a car
wreck before he had a chance to drink
himself to death.
Datura learned some of her dance moves from her mama. The rest are all her own.