Leaking Rainbows

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 our DNA from the moment we were created in our mothers womb, a deep rooted desire to explore and create?

If each persons life, their story, were to be assigned a separate color- the world would be a rainbow. There would be countless shades of red, yellow, and blue- each a little different each a little new. In the beginning of each life, the color would be bright and pure... and as the path begins to spread some of the colors paths will cross, taking up a bit of each others own shade and mixing with their own.

Each one would darken as time went on and innocence is lost, some more than others. Some will run off the canvas early on and be lost to the world, while others will go on for years and years- before their path ends as well. No one can control these colored lines, but what if we could help guide them? What if we could lay masking tape around the edges of the canvas- and asist peoples lines to carry on rather than ending.

Be someones masking tape-- be their reason. We can guide each other to life and away from death. Together we can create a masterpiece.