It seems to me that the sport of watercolor is much like fly fishing in that there is a rich heritage, with many superb talents to inspire us all. And, in contemporary times the assortment of materials has exploded in both breadth and depth, and technical advances that make for a most confusing array of choices. And the demanding ‘how of it’ is like learning to fly fish, from reading the water (an apt comparison), identifying where trout are holding, and what they’re eating, selecting the pattern, and making a deft presentation. Each requires attention, patience, and willingness to take risks. And both are water-based sports, a fluid ephemeral medium, always changing. And as we change with it, in those moments, we may experience the possibility of transcendence.
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
The Sport of Watercolor
It seems to me that the sport of watercolor is much like fly fishing in that there is a rich heritage, with many superb talents to inspire us all. And, in contemporary times the assortment of materials has exploded in both breadth and depth, and technical advances that make for a most confusing array of choices. And the demanding ‘how of it’ is like learning to fly fish, from reading the water (an apt comparison), identifying where trout are holding, and what they’re eating, selecting the pattern, and making a deft presentation. Each requires attention, patience, and willingness to take risks. And both are water-based sports, a fluid ephemeral medium, always changing. And as we change with it, in those moments, we may experience the possibility of transcendence.
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