So many pigments, so little energy.
A couple summer's ago, my family went to a new beach that had opened up on Edisto Island, SC - a former private estate. The beach was fun - a person at the entrance was checking the quantity of shells people took away, trying to preserve the abundance that had lasted until the beach was made public. But what caught my attention was the road along the island. It was old and wide and although the surface had clearly been improved for the new traffic, the growth of the trees was magnificent. They had grown together over the road, the way old southern trees do, and made a tunnel. I have a picture of it on my wall.
And as I play with all my pigments/paints I am delighted and almost giddy with the decadence of my choices. I took one of my kids old watercolor palettes and used blue poster tack to hold my little half pans in place.
I hate the paper I'm working on (for watercolor - it's fine for lots of other media) but I can't help myself. I keep slathering rivulets of paint across the page.