I am writing you today to admit my ignorance, and I believe I owe you an apology.
It’s true that we haven’t always seen eye to eye, even as far back as our first introduction. My very controlling and detail oriented hand just couldn’t see the appeal of your free flowing, unpredictable mystique. I am not too prideful to admit that I make mistakes… and I have.. made a mistake.
Through the years we’ve tried to find some common ground, though it seems we just couldn’t get there. Looking back, I believe it was simply a matter of us not speaking the same language, but hindsight is a funny thing.
Countless overworked and wrinkled papers, undignified attempts at blending, colors bleeding outside of the lines… One has to wonder if it’s even possible for us to make this work.
As you know, we’ve had a very long time apart. But our last encounter, just two weeks ago, has left me feeling a little differently about you. Something has changed. A ray of light, perhaps, is the appropriate term.
You and I were working beautifully together. I learned that I could create detail with ink, and that you could flow freely over top. I was the structural foundation to your beauty and whimsy. Finally, we learned how to work as partners to a creative end.
How surprised was I to find out that this very month is World Watercolor Month. It’s as if destiny is pushing us together and celebrating our reunion all at once.
I hope you are as pleased as I am regarding our recent rekindlement. Judging by our latest handiwork, I believe my feelings are shared. I look forward to seeing what we can accomplish together from here to the unforeseeable future.
To a happy and wonderful life together,