I began watercolor painting this month. It’s a testament to my procrastination, really, since Jame had bought me the paint tubes and brushes nearly 10 years ago. I found it all, unused, in a closet last month as I was compelled to transform the study into a new bedroom for the forthcoming child. I couldn’t bear to throw them out.
I’m trying to do at least three exercises a week. A few may be worth posting, though nearly every one has been completed by abandonment, and resulted in a lengthy list of things I should do differently next time.
