I just did it one day. Out of the blue.
I found myself in National Bookstore, meandering towards the art supplies section and ended up buying a cheap pan of watercolor, some long-stemmed brushes and a sketchpad. What did I know?
I didn’t know what to do with the loot I bought and thus dove right into the colors… and was puzzled at the way the water wouldn’t seep into the paper but ran in half-globes on the surface.
It has been months since then and I wish I had more days in the week to paint. Not since regular Spanish classes at Instituto Cervantes have my Saturdays been this fulfilling.
I’ve by now equipped myself with a sensible set of brushes, decent watercolor paper, and tubes of paint. My frequent trips to Fully Booked lately are not for those sweet-smelling books I used to hoard, but for paint and paper. Thankfully, I’ve also discovered an online store in Manila that sells and delivers art supplies.
YouTube has become my constant companion for lessons. My long-ignored iTunes library has renewed purpose, happily belting out my favorite rock tunes as I paint my Saturdays away.
I do not know how long this interest will last and whether or not I will have any bragging rights to any of these one day. But this is a case of the destination not mattering at all. This, for now, is my journey with watercolor.