watercolor on paper
8" x 10"
growing up, my mom always had the best art gear. i could go into her studio with any project in mind and walk out with exactly what i needed to get the job done. and done right. she took a lot of pride in her technical prowess, and her mastery of technique was something she worked hard at. when mom passed on, she passed all her supplies on to me. and still, like the slacker i truly am, i found myself using the wrong paper with the wrong pencil and a poor excuse for an eraser. the paint didn't flow correctly, the graphite lines smudged and smeared, and i was laboring over the simplest of tasks. so i went to the store and got the watercolor block. i took the plastic palette from storage, and filled each little indented box with paint from the right color tube. each box on that palette my mom had delicately transcribed with the specific color in beautiful tiny hand-written letters. suddenly, it all seemed right: with her silently coaxing me in the right direction, i feel like i'm getting somewhere.