Watercolors is the first and the last thing an artist does.
What I love about watercolor is that a lot of happy accidents occur.
For me making a digital photo is like making a watercolor. . . It's not a painting, and it's not a photo. It's something altogether new.
This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.
You will see, in the future I will live by my watercolors.
As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
It's such a human condition, whether you're a great track star or a great knitting person or you paint watercolors - someone knows who you are.
It was a great test of my ability to work with. . . watercolors. And it was also a test of my patience; I needed to put myself in a completely disciplined position. . . I couldn't make mistakes.
After a thousand watercolors you will find you have fallen in love with paper and paint.
Felicity," Mrs. Featherington interurupted, "why don't you tell Mr. Brdgerton about your watercolors?" For the life of him, Colin couldn't imagine a less interesting topic (except maybe for Phillipa's watercolors), but he nonetheless turned to the youngest Featherington with a friendly smile and asked, "And how are your watercolors?" But Felicity, bless her heart, gave him a rather friendly smile herself and said nothing but, "I imagine they're fine, thank you.
She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.
