This little watercolor was in my sketchbook and got rained on. So much so that I had to pack it up and go in. But I'm kind of digging the splotched/leather effect from the drops hitting the wet paper and pigment. Laurel Sundberg is a professional artist and naturalist in the Twin Cities, Minnesota. She also does sports like riding bikes off-road and on gravel, Nordic skiing, and falling off paddleboards into lakes.
Wednesday, October 20, 2021
Of pastels and watercolors
This little watercolor was in my sketchbook and got rained on. So much so that I had to pack it up and go in. But I'm kind of digging the splotched/leather effect from the drops hitting the wet paper and pigment. Monday, November 16, 2020
It's been a long while
| A fast-moving sunset |
Hi friends,
It's been a looooong time since I've written. So first and foremost, hello. I hope you are doing well; as well as possible in the midst of everything going on. It's been so long, I don't really know where to start or what to say. Most days and weeks feel like a time wrap. A day feels like a week ago, and yet I'm still waiting for summer to end and here we are in November! Cruising into a "holiday season" the likes of which we've never seen before. Many of the things that we recognize and celebrate as the seasons change are gone, or at least barely recognizable.
As I'm sure is the case for all of us, its been a struggle. The past 8 or so months...insane. I'm grateful to be working, and be (relatively) healthy. I know that's not the case for many. For me personally the past 18 months have been hellish. My dad died suddenly in May of 2019. Shortly thereafter our beloved kitty was diagnosed with terminal cancer. While reeling from the loss of my dad, we nursed her through her last months of life, finally saying goodbye at the end of September. Our first holiday season without dad was just going through the motions, just getting through it. The realization of so much loss made coping a struggle.
And then the murmurs of "pandemic" began in early 2020, and all of our experiences have been greatly shifted as a result. While I was already wandering and wondering what the future would look like, I think many have joined me in this bizarre experience. Whatever version of me emerges as a result, I don't know how much it will resemble me before all this.
Early on I spoke with many people said something like, "all this (lockdown) time must be great for art/painting." Well...no. And as time continues I've run into this sentiment less.
| The Seer, an imaginative watercolor |
| Watercolor field sketch from autumn |
Friday, April 3, 2020
Friday Round Up April 3, 2020
I don't know about you, but lately each day feels like a week to me. I thought I'd do a round up of what I've been up to this week, in the art department.
Last weekend I began, filmed, and wrapped up this little glow bird painting of a Blackburnian warbler. I've been thinking a lot about how many of our songbirds are night migrators. I love to draw and paint birds. And i really wanted to make something that could be enjoyed after dark.
Et voila! This petite painting is of a night migrating warbler, painted roughly life size, and with a layer of glow over the background that allows the silhouette of the bird to glow for several hours after dark.
| Blackburnian Glow layer |
| Mason bee house sketch |
Friday, March 20, 2020
Saturday, August 10, 2019
2019 Portfolio January-August
Spring ephemeral wildflowers
Holy wildflowers, Batman!! We haven’t had a wildflower season like this in ages. Well, we haven’t had a “normal” spring in 3 years, and the ...
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Written by Laurel Sundberg Edited by Andrea Breitung In the early 1950s, little was known about the winter whereabouts of a charism...


