
This painting marks my first brave (and mildly unhinged) attempt at a looser watercolour style. Emphasis on attempt. I went in with good intentions, a vague plan to “let the paint do its thing”, and absolutely none of the materials required to make that idea go smoothly.
The paper was, frankly, a menace. It buckled if I so much as looked at it too confidently, and it drank water like it had been wandering a desert for weeks. Any hope of soft blends or gentle transitions quickly turned into a game of damage control. Add to that a collection of paintbrushes that were well past their prime (or possibly never had one), and I was fighting a losing battle from the first wash.
And yet, somehow, I got there…
The flowers emerged in a way I didn’t entirely hate. Loose, a bit unruly, definitely doing their own thing. The background bloomed and misbehaved, colours mingling where they felt like it rather than where I asked them to go. It wasn’t controlled. It wasn’t neat. It certainly wasn’t “sellable”. This painting will never be framed, mounted, or offered up to the world as anything other than what it is: a practice piece that survived against the odds.
But that’s exactly why it matters.
This was the painting where I stopped trying to wrestle watercolour into submission and started paying attention to what it wanted to do, even if my supplies were actively working against me. It taught me more about timing, water control, and letting go than any carefully planned piece ever has. It also very clearly taught me that decent paper and brushes are not a luxury; they are a form of self-preservation.
There’s a quiet freedom in knowing a piece has no pressure attached to it. No expectations. No price tag. Just paint, paper, and the permission to experiment without worrying about the outcome. This one did its job beautifully: it let me practice, learn, and move forward a little wiser (and with a shopping list for better supplies).
It’s imperfect. It’s a bit battered by bad materials. But it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s more valuable than a “successful” painting.
Here’s to rough paper, rebellious water, and the paintings that exist purely to teach us what to do next.

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