20/04/2026
I saw something that made me pause—
a quiet kind of happiness, a feeling of being connected to something just beyond words.
So I painted it.
And it looks nothing like the original.
At first, I thought I had missed it.
But watercolor has a gentle way of reminding me—there was never anything to “get right.”
It isn’t about reproducing what we see.
It’s about how we see.
How the image moves through us, softens, shifts, becomes something else in our hands.
The colours don’t behave.
The edges don’t stay where they’re meant to.
And somewhere in that looseness, something honest appears.
Not perfect.
But true to me.
Maybe that’s the quiet heart of creativity—
taking what touches us…
and allowing it to become something that carries our own light.