There’s something magic about painting with watercolors.
You begin by moistening a piece of paper, dipping your paintbrush into color,
dropping the color onto the page and watching the magic begin.
Like a Rorschach ink blot it spreads across the page,
leaving an indelible mark.
Then it travels its own journey, creating new thoughts,
new adventures, new creations for the painter,
spilling forth from untamed energy.
Maybe there is a reason for its resistance to the artist.
Maybe it simply wants to do its own thing.
Are we often like that?
Do we want to stray from the Creator and live our own way?
Every day, but the Master Artist has a better plan.