My Latest Endeavor: Watercolor Painting

As a child, I knew I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but when there were so many to pick through, and only a handful of minutes, you had to have something to go by. For me, it was all about the pictures, and I always seemed to gravitate toward the ones with the pages daubed with ethereal watercolor brush strokes. There's was something about the way these pictures were able to transform the ordinary into something magical. Those gauzy edges and the way the colors merged together like kindred spirits always had a hold on me.

Recently, that endearment has been reawakened, and I've found myself marveling over the medium once more. I started pulling out my little palette that I got at a dollar store a long time ago and painted some little vignettes: an apple, a pear, a little hillside. All reminiscent of the kid-friendly nature that this craft holds.

When I was young and first reading these books festooned with watercolor pictures, I did fancy myself an artist. I thought for awhile that that was what I was going to be when I grew up. But soon, that talent plateaued out and went no further.

Until now. I'd like to show time that it has not won out, just yet.

I just bought a new, slightly more grown-up watercolor kit and hope to make it a habit of painting one thing a week. I have no expectations of this hobby ending up in a gallery or on etsy. But I'd like to be able to pour my creativity out onto paper in a way that words cannot, translate them into pictures. I'd like to be able to paint a picture and pin it on my walls, rather than depend on Target to supply all my decor. I'd like to be able to try my hand at something that's always enamored me, and see where it leads.

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