I’m not a professional watercolor painter.
I’m a freelance illustrator.
But I have an affinity for watercolor.
I grew up with it.
It’s been an obsession of mine.
But the word “watercolor” didn’t come into my vocabulary until I was in high school, and then I was living with my parents and I didn’t have much to do with it, which was pretty weird.
I still haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, so when I was asked to do an art project for a high school art competition, I was intrigued.
I really wanted to know what my competition was going to look like.
I had never painted before, and it was my first time working with watercolor and it just felt so fresh.
The only other person I knew painting watercolor was my brother, so I was very excited.
I made a painting of a girl on a bed.
It was about 4 feet wide, about 10 feet long and 2 feet tall, and there was a girl sitting on the bed with a chair on her back.
She was naked and holding a bouquet of flowers.
She had a bouffant in her hair and she was wearing a skirt.
She didn’t know me.
I don’t know her.
It wasn’t a very pretty picture, and I was like, “It looks pretty bad.
It looks like the artist painted this.
It doesn’t look like her.
I can’t do this.”
I went home and painted the picture and it didn’t look good.
I told my dad that.
I was thinking, “This is a horrible, terrible picture.”
I wasn’t thinking of my family at the time. I wasn