It was a lovely day and well it was painting time. I love painting and was excited to start my new project. I got out the paint and paper. I fetched the clean water. Sprayed the paint palette. I was ready to begin.
I drew the outlines and chose the brush. The time had come and I dipped the brush into the water and then came the fun part, choosing the paint. Watercolor painting is like a dance you take some color or paint if you will and add some water. Then you pick up your brush, dip it in the water, and dive right into your chosen color. You lift it out and carefully (or not as the case may be) place that brush on the paper and watch the magic begin to work. You add a little different color or some water and lo and behold, the paint starts to dance. The more water you have the further it goes, slipping and sliding, swirling and whirling and suddenly it stops. You have reached the end of the water flow. You can go back and add other colors but be careful, too much of a good thing, is never a good thing as we all know and too many colors and oops you have mud. Well I danced and worked and it was one of those days. A day when the paint doesn’t just flow off the brush and go where I had hoped. It was more of a push me pull me type dance today. Maybe even a fight at times. Now fighting is not nice and usually it spoils things. You know what I mean. The game you are playing, or the job you are doing or worse still the friendship. Definitely not good.
Well there I was painting and muttering to myself as usual. I painted then stopped and frowned. This was not looking right. I hmphed and tried again. Still not looking good. Finally my friend Glenda who was sitting watching me said. Leave it alone now and let the paint fairies do their work. Lets have some tea. Well I looked at her like she had lost it. I mean paint fairies? Not knowing where else to go with it I lefct it and we went and had some tea. It was peaceful and fun and we talked way longer than we probably should have, but that was fine too. Glenda was ready to leave and she said lets go see if the fairies have done their work. I looked at her and squinted my eyes as I thought hmmm this is Glenda one of my oldest friends, in all the years I have known her she has not lied to me, so why would she start now. I decided she must know something I didn’t and off we went to check. Well looking at the painting, somehow it didn’t look quite so bad anymore. Maybe she had something here, maybe there were paint fairies after all and I had just never seen them so didn’t know.