One evening, I was cycling across the town street. The sun began to set behind the distant hills.
As I pedaled past the local flower fields, I noticed an older man painting by the fields
Inspiration struck as I passed across him…
“I wish I knew how to capture this breathtaking moment into a painting like him”
While I lingered on this thought, something didn’t quite add up
There was no stand, no professional setup, nothing that resembled the heavy gear I thought painters needed.
My curiosity piqued, as I cycled back to him…“Hello mister, you must’ve been a painter your whole life. Your painting feels so vivid and real”
But what are you painting on? (His canvas is the size of his palm and this is something I’ve never seen before)
That day, I learned something new about watercolor