I’m sitting here looking at a watercolor painting I completed a few minutes ago. It’s not even dry yet, but I’m absolutely amazed at what I’m seeing.
I painted this, and it’s beautiful. I don’t know how I did it, but I painted this.
It’s watercolor. I’m not good at watercolor, and yet I painted this.
It’s on a sheet of drawing paper, not watercolor paper. That’s where I sketched it out, so that’s where I painted it.
It’s not technically perfect, I suppose, but oh, my goodness! I painted this lady in green. I painted her, added in a few shadows in the right places, and I captured her look, her expression, her pose.
I’ve never painted anything quite so beautiful before. I’ve never painted anything before that so clearly makes me believe that I really have become an artist, that I really can create paintings and portraits that are lovely to look at.
I plan to do more watercolor portraits, and I’m doubting that any will ever come out quite so nice, so for now I just want to sit here, look at my hauntingly-beautiful “Lady in Green,” and think to myself… I painted this.