Watercolor is a beautiful form of art, I have to admit I am not very good at it, but I love watching the paint run down the page like raindrops. I love the way the colors accidentally blend and create another color. I love how salt repels the water and creates an all new texture. But what I love the most about watercolor, is that no one can control exactly where the paint will flee. A favored technique to use, when you paint with watercolors, is wet on wet, this is my favorite. An important fist step is to prepare the page by coating it in clear, invisible water and proceeding by dropping paint onto the page. Compelled by the water, the paint spreads in every direction within its reach; however the paint is never linear- it can not be "told" how to spread, guided-- yes, but forced? Never.
Is this not like human life? The human mind, heart, and soul? Is it not, the very human essence, written into