With time and dedicated practice, watercolor has painted a very transparent image of itself in my mind. Sometimes, it makes me feel as if it is like a girlfriend to me, that girlfriend who never realizes the love and effort you put in satisfying her, who will never love you back to the extent you do to her and who fails in fulfilling your expectations towards her. Later it compels me to change my mind to compare it with the 'nature'. No matter how beautiful may it appear to be but is difficult to master because we are a part of it and we came straight out of it. Watercolor similarly flows and sets itself with you according to its own mood. Whenever I was able to gain the so-called confidence of conquering it like a king, watercolor has left no stones unturned to snatch away my throne and show me my status. And then there I see it shining brightly with pride and laughing at my failures to overpower it. Watercolour still remains a thrilling mystery to me, the mystery which chal...
