~ Romantics find her flawless and the mystics find her wise. The ancients found "The Huntress" in her sharp and searching eyes. Italians say "bela luna" when they look at her and sigh. The cavemen painted pictures as they wondered at the sky. The moon has many faces and her light's a work of art... And to the simple poet... she is tonic for the heart. ~
The first time I made a watercolor was unclear and inconcise a bleeding between emotions; of colors overlapping the brush tasted blue and loved it wanted to spread it across the page A permanently stained brush always leaves a mark of its first color bleeding into all others