My Watercolor Painting (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
The fluid lines my friend creates with the sweep of a brush become blobs in my hand. I had a problem with leaving the glaze alone to let it flow and develop on it's own. She assures me this is where you let the water do the work. Under her brush it develops interesting designs as it dries. Under mine, it just dries.
I'll stick to writing, sometimes poetry, but always with words and metaphors, never with brushes and paints. I do go to the class and learn something, but I have no illusions about my creations. They are mostly a study in what not to do. My friend is dedicated and helpful, and I can't let her work so hard without trying to reward her for her efforts. No, I'll never be a painter, but don't tell her I said so. She deserves to see my best effort even though I know it useless. I love her for her optimism. She thinks she can find the artist in there somewhere and coax her to come out.
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