We fit in some painting tonight, before the rain. We decided to use the birdhouses that Grandma Margaret sent earlier this spring, as our canvases. We used watercolor paints, watercolor crayons, and watercolor pencils. And a spray bottle.
We left them outside, so it’ll be interesting to see how they look in the morning. This week I’ve realized that I love the impermanence and the unpredictable nature of watercolors. Sort of a metaphor for life. You have a general idea of what the paint will do, but even one extra drop of water can take your vision in a completely different direction.