A surprise

Spoons full of pigment, honey and gum arabic. Mixing it, searching for the play of light and colour. The piglet pink, mint green, summer morning sky blue, light violet. Mixing deep feelings with air and lightness, getting the shade that most people like. Maybe just another spoon full of pigment. Just a bit afraid to ruin the feeling. Slowly and reluctantly then fast and sharp the little dust flies into the mix.

Mixing it, little bubbles of pigment popping and joining the run. The glass muller sticking into the paint more and more until unable to lift himself anymore. In need of force, power to be free again. Slowly the beautiful pastel colour turns into a dark shady shade. One look and everyone can understand that this colour won't paint flowers and butterflies rather than deep corners, pain and sorrow.

It takes a minute to blend the pigments into watercolours. But when the colour reveals its real shade on paper, it surprises everyone. At first, it looks like the paint itself, but then it's this soft pastel tone, not at all like a violent, teeth-gritting tiger. A flower in this shade got coloured, but as the paint dried off, a tear drained from one of the petals. How could such beauty cry? It had everything...