When I was in colllege I took a watercolors course mainly because I needed another credit. To be honest, my impression of watercolors up until that point consisted of hopelesly boring pastel landscapes and a kind of looming kincade-esque feeling of self-indulgence. Watercolors just seemed so pretty. And kitschy, like something to be hung over a fireplace. How wrong I was! I graduated from that class with not only a deep respect for an extremely frustrating, albeit liberating medium (when the paint starts to spread, there no stopping it) but also a collection of work that I felt completely satisfied with. What follows are a couple of examples:
The moral of this story? Watercolors: not just for kids and craft circles.