Watercolor

art

Watercolor has a life of its own, spilling and pooling across the cold-pressed paper long after the brush had left the surface. Timing is crucial. Too soon and the water runs amok. Too late and colors clash and granules form. Here is a medium in which I can’t say I have complete control. My teacher taught me the power of suggestion that watercolor possesses. A few seemingly random strokes and a sprightly redwood appears. A quick flick of a toothbrush and a tangle of flowers reveals itself.

It’s been a while since I picked up a brush, but I hope to make time for it again soon.