What I am thinking.
what am i thinking?
I found myself perfectly in place one day last Spring. Despite the onslaught of due dates on papers and upcoming exams, and despite the ever-nearing reality and terror of the end of collegiate life, I meandered, elatedly detached, through the Whitworth University campus, in full appreciation of the abnormal warmth of sunshine that day. It carried the light and graceful feeling of a moment that must be captured in poetry.
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Before making the paintings you'll see below, my watercolor experience was limited to the plastic tray sets everyone used in elementary school. Had you asked me back then, I likely wouldn't have even known that watercolor paints were sold in tubes. Watercolor was a frustrating activity of nonconformist paint running away from the perfect boundaries I had predesigned and concentratedly sketched out. It went hand in hand with the awful sensations of spilling water on myself and scratching an old brush against a small brick of solidified paint until enough came off to spread uncontrollably across the paper. Why would I want to use watercolors? The sentiment stayed with me for a notable amount of time. Only within the past month or two have I reconsidered my position and decided to give painting with watercolor another chance.
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