Watercolor Therapy

It can be challenging to accept the entropy of life. One day you're a future, the next it's not happening.

On the page, you have to let the water mix and pigments blend. Flowing unpredictable across the dimpled surface. If you try to control it you'll lose the spontaneous beauty.

I'm not sure why I chose sunsets, catching a good one is a rare delight. Early evening when it washes from pale blue to orange. The colors cross but do not mix, unlike the sloshy brown water in my cup.

I picked up the brush because I needed a change. Something physical, in contrast to the slick screens that usually surround me. They shine a blasting white light that sets into a more orange haze after five.

A different type of cold than the blue battling against the orange in the sky. More unyealding, reliant upon controling evrey little detail. Figures across the screen expect the perfection theyve been promised.

Each time the sun streaches it's beams gently across the landscape, it's inevitably destined to be overtaken by the cool black night. That's for certain, but it's design is a gift, ephemeral and ever-changing.

You have to add both opposing colors while it's wet if want a seamless blended gradient. Act quickly and rinse your brush in between. You don't want to dull either color's vibrance.

Try not to stress the results, the painting will forgive you. There's always time to try again tomorrow.