With seeming regularity I wonder how I happened to be in whatever place I was in to receive inspiration to paint. Sometimes I know what inspires me to do a thing, sometimes not. With watercolor, I wonder if it's leftover from childhood. Regardless, it seems to have arrived, unbidden, into my own personal sphere of existence, as does the inspiration for the paintings themselves.
Case in point: My favorite thing to paint these days are mushrooms.
My fascination for and the voracity with which I research mushroom varieties astounds me! Anyone who has known me for any length of time will understand my perplexity; this is not a subject I would willingly seek out. But, here they are, mushroom and friend. Mushrooms, and all manner of mycology, have forgiven my ignorance, my foolhardy dismissal; a granting of clemency. They have welcomed me and offered free reign to interpret them however I choose. If only people could be so forgiving!