I’ve been painting with watercolors recently.
I love the murkiness of medium. I love how a concentrated dab of color can bloom within the water and becomes diluted as it spreads. It expands into its own form within the confines of the water. Much like how an idea for a novel expands and wanders off to become something not entirely expected as you write it. Yet you somehow keep it within the confines of a proper story arch.
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