गेत्तिंग मेस्स्य

Little circles of liquid color, sticky plastic wiped down clean. Fresh, clean rainbow droplets motheringly soaked up into a tiedyed towel. White new paper, soapy washed brushes, little girl pastel artwork staying between the lines.

More color, my professor says. You aren't this shy in real life. My aqua shoes, my red tshirt, my india print sarong. When I photograph my rendering, the canvas looks blank. Where is Jill's assignment? My classmates tease, my ghostlike watercolor representation next to their bright acrylics.

This time, I decide to be bold with color, forget all previous technique. Do it my way, no caution. Affinity for happy accidents, I mix colors I never thought would work. Water, paint, my clothes splattered, no erasers allowed. I feel totally free.

Who knew orange and blue make the most beautiful grey?