Painting Like Breathing
by Myriam :)
Lately, I started painting with watercolors again.
Not to become an artist. Not to be “good.”
Just for the feeling.
There’s something honest about watercolor.
You can’t fully control it.
The water decides. The paper reacts.
And you just follow. You adjust. You let things happen.
It’s soft. It’s delicate. It’s alive.
You never know exactly how it will turn out.
And that’s what I love. That uncertainty.
Strangely, it reminds me of the Dirty Roots spheres.
When I hold a sphere in my hand, I feel the same thing as when I paint:
a deep calm, a little vibration, a kind of quiet meditation.
They are raw, natural. They don’t try to impress.
They just are, and they make you feel something.
Like watercolor, they teach you to slow down.
To observe. To feel something.
You place the color like you place an intention.
And then you let go. You watch it move.
One small drop can surprise you , like a hidden emotion rising to the surface.
Where many people try to control everything, watercolor and the spheres remind us: there’s beauty in letting go.
Painting with water, holding a sphere
they both feel like a silent conversation.
Maybe this is what creating really means:
Not producing. But listening.
And expressing what you feel…
without needing to explain.