Here is an iphone photo of a new painting of that sacred tree-I can't get those roots out of my mind. It'd been a long time since I'd used watercolor, and a huge nostalgia opened a river of subtle bliss that fell out of my fingers and into the paint, I'm sure of it. Watercolor is fun, quick, and, like Zen calligraphy, it is a physical expression of an inner state. The freedom, and precision, mixed with the degree of creativity in the mark determines its depth and harmony. Watercolor is hard, too. its transparent, and the reflected white light of the paper illuminates the painting from within. It's like everything is backwards and reversed.
As I painted I watched the new Lost, which I think is really good so far-wonderful use of time travel. I also heard myself thinking/ re-minding a list of watercolor rules collected from all my teachers past. Their meaning is altered when set in the context of spirituality. ( I do that a lot, see art rules as metaphors for spiritual insights). Begin light to dark. Leave light. Paint with the water. The clearer the water, the brighter the color. Don't be afraid to lift. Never lift. Lift the whole thing. Mask it. Leave it. Plan ahead. Don't plan ahead. Play. Stay controlled. stay spontaneous. Flow. Move the eyes around. Build up detail. Build up islands of complexity. So many rules. Wyeth was the greatest watercolorist, for sure. He has some good quotes.