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September 22, 2010

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Really beautiful. I love your description of the area just as much as the picture itself.

Beautiful, Beth.

Beautiful. I think you must have to be a confident painter, as well as open to fortuitous mistakes, to be able to paint well in watercolors. And I imagine in a calm, open and meditative state of mind.

Thank you, Kim, Dick, Leslee.

You're right, Leslee. The best watercolors have a lot of spontaneity backed up by confidence, technique, experience. Which only comes from painting and painting, I guess! And you're right about the meditative and open quality. It's like the Zen disciplines, requiring a great deal of practice so that when the time comes you can let go. I find if I get interrupted in the middle of a painting that's going well, it's very hard to regain the same state of mind. Watercolor goes further for me in that direction than most of the other media. I love it for the way it opens up this different mental and creative space, where you sort of can't make conscious decisions requiring a lot of time, but it's also the most frustrating and most demanding because your shortcomings are right there in front of you!

Deliciously fresh, sparkly colours and vitality, Beth, and I love the bits of white paper showing through.

Oh, I like this a lot. As you know, I have no color-confidence, so I'm always diffident about commenting on paintings, and watercolors especially; but this has a very satisfying shape to me (which is not usually the case, for me, with watercolor!)

I love the angle you painted this from, and the colours - a sense of autumn in the slightly muted tones...

You do a great job. The painting is so nice even it is just a water color. A very lovely one.

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