Random Watercolours
works in process
These watercolours began to emerge during the pandemic lockdown, as an exercise in constraint and also abandon. They were messy little objects that broke free of my attempts to keep the liquids at bay, to trace and retrace borders and boundaries with a glancing touch of the brush. Risky behaviour.
Later I began drawing into them, scattering pencil marks here and there slowly over time. They are exercises in frustration, as I would come to realize they are reflections of my mind, the one that bores easily and can't stay still, that shifts uneasily from this to that, everywhere and nowhere. I hated them for being ugly monstrosities. And then, one day, through realizing them to be a reflection of a chaotic neurodivergent mind that isn't broken, and doesn't need fixing, I came to accept them (and myself) for being a beautiful mess.