We walk through the crowded streets at dusk and I am overcome by the strange feeling of being alone and unique. A speck of dust in the drifting mass, a single being in space. The self in there, in the chest, beating incessantly against my ribs.

At the beginning, watercolor was not my favorite medium. Too watery, too slippery. But that changed. Today I love just that, the uncertainty. Where will the color move, what comes out in the end. Add to pencils or colored pencils. This creates a combination of expressive uncertainty and precise nitpicking. I like that.

At the beginning, watercolor was not my favorite medium. Too watery, too slippery. But that changed. Today I love just that, the uncertainty. Where will the color move, what comes out in the end. Add to pencils or colored pencils. This creates a combination of expressive uncertainty and precise nitpicking. I like that.

(c) Peterhintz 2022