Top Tips for Masking Fluid Magic with Watercolors

I LOVE using masking fluid. Once it’s dry it can be peeled off, revealing the untouched white paper underneath. It’s a bit like magic!

I first encountered this medium during my college days and since then have had a great relationship with it. I’ve just launched a Skillshare class on using this medium, which includes more in-depth tips and fun projects. 

When I started filling a little moleskine sketchbook with masking fluid experiments, I got a deluge of comments and questions asking what my secrets were, as many just couldn't get their masking fluid to behave. Their paper was often torn when removing it or their colors smudged. Many ruined brushes. So it’s no surprise some give up after a few attempts. Before you abandon masking fluid entirely, here are some answers to frequently asked questions and some top tips for success with masking fluid.

What Is Masking Fluid Used For?

Sometimes called frisket or drawing gum, it’s basically a latex or rubber-based medium that can be applied to dry watercolor paper before you paint on it. The masking fluid will adhere to the paper, and once it is dry it can be painted over in watercolor or ink. When the whole painting is dry, the latex film can be carefully peeled off, leaving the white surface of the paper untouched.

How Do You Apply Masking Fluid?

It's most common to use an old or cheap brush to apply masking fluid. However, I use a variety of tools to apply the masking fluid to the paper, dependending on the effects that I want to achieve. Sometimes I allow masking fluid to build up on what I call a ‘grotty brush’ or ‘busted’ brush—that's when I leave the masking fluid to harden and use it like that to create some unique lines.

Some other applicators you might like to try are:

• Dip pen

• Q-tips 

• Cocktail sticks 

• Toothbrush 

• Twigs 

How Do You Clean Masking Fluid from Paint Brushes?

To preserve the bristles, even on cheap brushes, it's advisable to wet them and then coat them with some soap or liquid detergent before you dip the brush into the fluid. This will protect the bristles and make the brush much easier to clean off by placing it under running water as soon as you’ve finished.

I sometimes use a dip pen for fine line application of masking fluid, and again you can either wash the nib under running water or if it dries onto the nib simply peel it off (which is quite satisfying, I find).

How Do You Remove Masking Fluid from Watercolor Paper?

Removing the masking fluid is my favorite part—it's like magic, the big reveal, when you pull it all off and see what's occurred.

There are several methods you might like to try and see which suits you best.

Fingers

Start by rubbing gently at one of the edges until it starts to lift. Once it starts to come away, gently and carefully pull it off. 

Eraser

This is a popular method, however I’d recommend an eraser that's a neutral color rather than red or blue as you will also have to deal with leaving coloured eraser dust on your art.

Masking Fluid Remover Block

This is a new art supply that I’ve tried recently. It helps prevent you from pulling too hard and tearing your paper, and it doesn't leave crumbs behind like typical erasers.

Why Does Masking Fluid Tear My Paper?

There are a few reasons why this can occur. The most common mistake is not waiting until the watercolor paint is fully dry (after applying the masking fluid) and peeling off the mask too soon. Don't just hope it's dry—you have to be totally certain. Be patient!

Also, handmade papers or other softer papers are more prone to tearing. While very rough papers may be tricky as texture of bumps and crevices provides extra surface for the mask to grab onto, making it hard to remove without causing the paper to tear.

My Tips For Using Masking Fluid

• Don't use too much—the masking fluid should be pretty flat, thin and smooth on the paper (when applied with a brush). Try not to apply it too clumpy, blobby or thick.

• I’ve learnt the hard way NOT to use a hot hair dryer on your painting if it has masking fluid on it, as it’ll adhere to the paper even more making it trickier to remove.

• ALWAYS test your masking fluid on a small piece of the paper you intend to use before committing to actual painting. 

• Don’t allow masking fluid to stay on your paper for more than two days, as again it will be harder to remove and could tear the paper.

Don't forget to check out my NEW Skillshare class on masking fluid for a fun deep dive 

There are 10 demos, starting with some warm ups that will build up your practical knowledge and patience. Followed by some really fun projects covering florals, patterns, landscapes and food.  

If you are new to using masking fluid, unsuccessfully tried it in the past or seeking to find fun ways of incorporating it into your watercolor practice then this class will provide many effective tips. Think beyond the brush to achieve an array of different textures and effects using masking fluid. 

You will consider:

• which papers work best

• the different drying stages we have to be mindful of

• successful removal of masking fluid after it’s dried

Silver Lining Sketchbooks - the positives of painting with pneumonia

It’s difficult to articulate the extreme fear (justified and unjustified) I felt during the painfully slow divorce process and subsequent health issues. Even so, there was little evidence of this in my sketchbooks, which continued to be my refuge and safe haven during this ongoing crisis.

Once my ex moved out, I was given one month’s grace from the mortgage repayments looming over me. I had a small but steady income from stock illustrations and erratic freelance work, but I had no idea how long these sources of income would last. I was beset with persistent financial burdens, which triggered a very heightened fight or flight response, eventually taking its toll on my health. Some days I was shaky and tearful; some days it seemed my heart was pounding uncontrollably through excess anxiety. Generally I was exhausted and felt at the mercy of events, barely able to keep my head above water. I was the sole provider of financial security for my children, and I felt overwhelmed by the weight of this responsibility. Day in, day out, I was on ‘high alert’ and feeling, at one end of the scale, anger, and at the other, low self-worth.

Towards the end of 2015, I developed a cough and cold that I was unable to shift, because I never gave myself permission to rest. I was still able to fulfil my requirements for my then-agent, building collections around Christmas themes and pretty florals in order to build my portfolio for the Surtex licensing show in May, 2016. I felt that if I didn’t keep my foot on the pedal, constantly churning out art to attract more clients, my financial situation could be critical. I now see I was trying desperately to control outcomes based on a fear mindset.

Quite soon after the new year of 2016, there was a sharp decline in my health, which I can now see affected the style and the mediums I started using. My Instagram posts of this time only allude to having a ‘stinking cold’. By early January, 2016, I felt so awful I decided to seek the help of my GP, who ordered an immediate x-ray. It confirmed her suspicions: I had pneumonia, with fluid in both my lungs. She recommended immediate and extended bed rest for at least a fortnight if not more. Unfortunately, I ignored her advice because I was utterly fixated on preparing for the Surtex show and the financial rewards I thought it would bring. This just exacerbated my illness and slowed my recovery.

I carried on with my sketchbook practice as a way to escape all the different strands and levels of trauma I was experiencing. I found a way to paint within my limits. Typical sketches from this period were basic watercolours with line work applied afterwards, as most of these examples show. The truth of the matter was that I simply could not stay lucid for long enough to concentrate for more than 10 minutes at a time. I would paint quickly, go and have a rest, and then come back again several hours later with some quick pen work. I was only able to complete a page when I had a few moments of clarity and strength.

My two sketchbooks from that time are a reflection of my decreased energy, even though at the time I saw each page as a respite from my laboured breathing and general unease with the situation I found myself in. The flip side of my illness was that I had to summon my inventiveness and problem solving whilst I recuperated. Within the boundaries of my sketchbook, I could still be a creative version of me despite the medication. It may have been partly because I had committed to my first 365 days of paint, which gave me a huge incentive to carry on. It meant I had to be resourceful, imaginative and ingenious in how I could spend my very limited time.

Although I was very slow to recover from the pneumonia, by mid-March, 2016, I generally felt much better. Looking back, it occurs to me that those little black books had fast become part of my ‘safe room,’ which I protected at all costs. I could control what happened within them more than what was happening elsewhere in my life. They anchored me and stopped me from falling into helplessness. I wasn’t creating from a fear or lack mentality within the black covers of those moleskines. They were undeniably my sanctuary, where I felt almost immune to external forces. 

Silver Linings Sketchbooks - Painting with my Daughter #fiveyearoldpaints

My daughter had just turned five when she started witnessing my sketchbook practice. During the spring of 2015, just as I started painting one afternoon, she unexpectedly asked to borrow one of my waterbrushes and a sheet of paper and proceeded to sketch a very pretty imaginary flower. By the summer she had convinced me to buy her a little watercolour moleskine and her own paints and brushes. Some of the most enduring memories of keeping sketchbooks over the last four years were the days my daughter and I would paint side by side. (I’ll refer to her here as M.)

Often I would save my sketch practice till my daughter was home from school. M would assess whether she found the subject I picked up that day interesting enough for her. The fruit and flowers were more appealing to her than the packaging or book covers that I sometimes chose. If she decided to join me, M would go gather her own watercolour supplies from her special drawer, and we’d paint together in matching moleskines. At the time we had a circular coffee table in our living room, which we placed in front of our open patio doors on sunny days. M had a little wooden chair that she could sit on, while I would be cross-legged on the carpet. I gave her very little instruction—she just went ahead and drew her outlines, then painted how she wanted. Sometimes she’d ask how to mix a particular colour, but most often we’d just work with companionable chatter, catching up with her day’s events at school.

What I love about these pieces is her candid and impartial approach. Being five years of age, she didn’t seem too concerned how her page turned out. There was no overthinking or overworking (which I was apt to do). She seemed to have a remarkable ability to simplify the object down so it was still recognisable, yet retain a freshness that some of my sketches lacked. It was interesting to see her carefree attitude. I learnt many lessons about loosening up my sketches and making decisions quickly rather than laboriously. She was not constrained by proportions, shading, or mixing exact shades. Being unhindered, at least in my eyes, M was able to paint from a place of pure joy that was delightful to see.

Almost immediately in the period after I asked for a divorce, M took the lead in deciding what we would paint. There followed a period when we embraced a very geometric route. Straight lines were and still are out of my comfort zone, but I was quite willing to show support for her ideas. M was in her element, and she seemed to enjoy the simple forms as seen previously in her flowers and fruit. However you can see the hesitancy and doubt in my sketches from this period. Sometimes they only covered half a page and were incredibly tight. I was still learning from my daughter, who seemed so at ease and instinctive with this outlook.

M’s father frowned upon our joint watercolour practice. We viewed the time I spent painting with our daughter from completely opposing viewpoints. I was supremely proud and impressed by her sketches, and I wanted to share her glorious little pieces. I felt it made M very content to see her work next to mine on the IG grid, knowing that her page was of the same value and interest for anyone viewing. I even made up a personal hashtag for her sketches: #fiveyearoldpaints  However, her father felt that posting our daughter’s art on Instagram was contemptible and a cheap ploy to attract more ‘likes’ (I had about 3000 followers at the time). Although he became increasingly vocal about his feelings, we carried on regardless. 

During this time I avoided being in the same room as my ex and had taken to sleeping on cushions on the floor of the office. He was very slow in making arrangements for finding alternative accommodation, which frustrated me. Telling both my children about the divorce was actually much easier in many ways than expected. Both seemed to instinctively know why their parents had to part ways.

Those simple and honest afternoons spent with our sketchbooks in the sun will stay with me forever. At a time when I knew my marriage was floundering, it was a truly bright spot and often the highlight of my day. The simple act we shared transcended all the lousy feelings that were flying around in other parts of my life at the time. Even looking at the sketches now, I am filled with tenderness for her and her capabilities. M’s three sketchbooks are kept in the same special drawer as my other smaller moleskins because they are so valuable to me. Memories from these experiences with my daughter, as fleeting as they were, delivered lasting happiness during that excruciating period. 

My Silver Lining Sketchbooks - overview

To the casual observer they just look like little unassuming black books. Most of them live in a drawer under my desk. There’s nothing especially astonishing about the 18 pocket moleskines when they’re stacked up. However, within them lies a private narrative I haven’t felt able to discuss before.

I think now it’s time to share a more honest, as-yet-unexpressed history about my watercolour practice. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do for two years—to give a fuller picture of what was really happening behind the clean, polished work I've been sharing daily on Instagram.

If you go back far enough in this blog or on my Instagram, you’ll see my tentative attempts in sketchbook no. 1 way back in 2015. I taught myself watercolours in the subsequent sketchbooks, learning from doing, learning from observing, learning from overworking, and learning from proportions that were way off. These posts I’ll be sharing will NOT be about how to keep sketchbooks or watercolour technique. They will be the much more personal story of WHY I accumulated so many sketchbooks. At the height of my sketchbook practice, during challenges like #100dayproject and #365daysofpaint, I was averaging a new sketchbook every 8 weeks.

Most days I did paint daily. Wherever I was and whatever I was feeling, I’d sit down with my pans and complete another page, then it post on Instagram with a brief explanation as to why I chose that object on that particular day, and I was fine with giving out that level of information.

In retrospect 4.5 years later, I have been able to connect the dots about their purpose in my life, especially during those early days. In truth, I started my first sketchbook out of unhappiness.When my son was 1 year old I decided to take a total break from illustration so I could spend time just being a mother. This break was to last 8 years and included having another child. I call them ‘my wilderness years’ as I was a stay at home mum juggling school runs, laundry and amusing a toddler with little creative activity.  In late 2013, I started taking online courses after that huge gap to bridge the gap in my skills. Although my then-husband was the main breadwinner, we were leading a precarious existence, being financially challenged most months.I used to buy and sell items on eBay, create home made curry kits at fairs to stretch our meager earnings. Often we drove our car despite the red ‘fill petrol’ flashing sign, and prayed there would just be enough. This scarcity was quite a problem when deciding which bill could be delayed for a month loner.

Even from these early stages, I knew that in order to create a viable income swiftly I’d be running an art business. Bearing in mind my Photoshop, Illustrator, and drawing skills were pretty rusty after 8 years, I threw myself into updating my skills and improving my technique. Most days that was quite traumatic. I felt like a dinosaur, plodding along coming to terms with new technology and online platforms (and working on an archaic Mac).  Everything I did was very much digital illustration-based—as long as I could create it quickly, I thought that was the key. Those days, I shared a table with my husband in our spare room, and often it seemed I was literally chained to that spot whenever I wasn’t looking after the kids or cooking or cleaning. 

I rarely bought anything for myself. Even art supplies had to be kept to a minimum. It was wild extravagance that I bought myself a secondhand Daler Rowney watercolour pan set in the spring of 2015 for my birthday. I also bought a Moleskine sketchbook, similar to the simple black notebooks I knew were favoured by Van Gogh, Matisse, and Picasso. The added bonus was it was very small, measuring just 13 x 21 cm. Never having painted in watercolours, I wanted to make it ‘easy’ for myself. However, that first sketchbook sat on a shelf in its protective plastic for may weeks.

Once I did start, I realised that keeping a sketchbook meant I could physically remove myself from the office for 20 or 30 minutes everyday and fully be in my own space away from any dramas. At that stage, my ex and I were in general panic mode trying to find money, and he didn’t appreciate me taking those 30 minutes out of my day when I ‘should’ have been working on my website or other things to establish my illustration career. I had become this frenzied woman who was was churning out art, learning about technical repeats and chasing that art licensing dream. I knew something didn’t sit right, something was absent from my constant digital illustration process. I felt like I had lost the connection between my hands and my art and my heart.

I would look forward to sitting down in my kitchen in the early afternoon. It was the brightest room in the house, whatever the time of year. I called it my cocoon room—even though it was unheated, I felt warm and safe there. There would be no kids, no interruptions, no expectations or duties. In its simplest form, it was just me, that clean page, and a box of colours. I painted whatever I’d found growing walking back from the school run, or something from inside my cupboards, or curiosities I had collected that were displayed around the house. Those ornaments, teacups, books, tins of fish all nestled in this warm and protective environment where I didn’t have to pretend to be anything but myself. 

By working in silence, concentrating on the task at hand on those tiny pages, I felt no judgment or quarrel. It felt like I had access to a purer part of me, because I was unburdened by the weight of many problems. It didn’t seem logical to my ex, who felt my sketchbook time was an inappropriate or ‘profitable’ use of my resources, because it wasn’t a directly revenue-generating activity.

Yet without realising it, I had begun an investment in my future on many, many levels. It’s quite ironic that this solitary pastime I carved out for myself, at the time separated from my illustration business, would eventually become a great asset. Sketchbooks nos. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and beyond would be among the resources that I clung to as I faced massive upheavals and challenges. I could not have guessed that this safe, quiet place I cultivated with my sketchbooks would literally save my sanity in the coming months and years.

Little did I know, they were to become the foundation for some big, much-needed changes.

Practicing watercolours with #The100DayProject

At the beginning of this year whilst making plans, I wished to take a Skillshare class on fashion illustration which would use watercolour as a medium. I had virtually no experience of watercolour, or even attempted to try it for any length of time even in my college days.

I bought myself a small watercolour Moleskine in February and decided to try a little sketch everyday. The following images are set chronologically. At first I used a small Winsor and Newton brush with their pan set. I became frustrated that pencil lines made my painting 'tight'  and overworked for some reason.

I found a happy place with a fine black Pitt artist pen - a basic outline to provide a frame gave me confidence to be looser and freer with the paint. I received a kind response from Instagram as I posted each daily sketch. It soon fell into a little routine, and I alternated between flowers, packaging and a decorative item. It's just what I have around to house, and I was just keen to explore.

My friend Stephanie Corfee suggested I might try a Pentel watercolour brush pen as the washes dry quicker and saves a lot of time. It worked a treat and I very much preferred it to the sable brush. It's also very handy to pack when you are away for weekends and want to continue with a watercolours.

Making this part of a daily routine  (usually just after I've picked up the kids & during the time they are having a snack) is something I have come to look forward to. It also shows up more clearly what I am attracted to most for subject matter- with packaging I like a slight vintage or retro vibe.

As Spring continued I was very much inspired by the seasonal flowers. Florals rarely appear in my pattern or illustration work but after drawing a few each week I have a better understanding of what specifically attracts me, and perhaps I can incorporate them in the future.

I feel studying an object in this manner everyday I can judge contrasts better, both in shapes,  colours, and tone.

When I started my daily watercolour challenge I had just under 500 followers on Instagram. But as the months have passed they have grown steadily, I know much of this is down to these watercolours. Due to the number of comments and questions I received I started using Iconosquare to keep track of everything. This is a great platform to view statistics about your content, follower growth and even when the most optimal time to post for interactions with followers (mine is apparently 2pm on a Monday or 10pm on a Thursday!!)

The above is the amount of 'likes' for my IG images (you can choose to see this grid based on amount of 'comments' too) As you can see 16 out of the top 20 are my little watercolour sketches. I still consider myself as a learner. I have not attempted to paint anything outside of the little Moleskine. I've just passed half way mark, 50 out of the 100 days. There was no prior motive other than to have fun and enjoy a quiet 20mins each day. The practice everyday also helps me to step away from my computer, its almost like having a break to recharge.

So I shall fill you in again in another 50 days and see where that takes me