Red’s Dream, Arriving at Gramma’s House

A warm and sunny morning, after a pancake breakfast, a ride up a mountain road is like a lullaby.  Twisting and turning, whirring and grinding, heavy eyelids are too much to carry.  A day of dreams is only minutes.  Such an adventure……, but who is that stranger with Gramma?

Last in a series of four.  Little Red Cap as imagined by “ME”.


4 thoughts on “Red’s Dream, Arriving at Gramma’s House

    • Thanks Loni,
      Yes, watercolor on hot press. I use a bit of color pencil at the end for emphasis that I’m afraid to do with a brush. I guess I use quite a bit of water and build up layers. I’m not that good with Photoshop yet so I don’t use it for correction and I’m tentative with the paint until I get going. Thank you for commenting.

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