Today, I worked to gently paint something I thought was beyond my reach. I took my time and didn’t insist I get it “right,” as in “just like the picture.” I’ve been painting for a number of years now and I continue to be gobsmacked at what consistent effort can accomplish.
The magic of watercolor is in the pale transparency of the pigments that can, with deliberate layering, suddenly blossom into depth and vibrancy. Every now and then, I feel like I get into the flow and on those occasions — well. It feels really good.
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