I walk around as acrylic. But when I'm selfish I wish I'm watercolor, so that...ya know, maybe I could start my life over with ease. I live most days as acrylic. Some days are really hard. That's when I'm oil, and the pressures of it all build up and build up and harden so fast... I'm constantly reminded that I can't erase a color. I have to keep going. Layerlayerlayer STOP Wait, wait I'm turning grey-- I mean gray... Just wait it out. It's okay. Don't throw my canvas away. I'm acrylic. Another color, There's a layer. I'll hang up forever. To be looked at, and maybe loved. I walk around as acrylic.