Watercolors

Watercolors were my first love of painting. And like first loves can be, innocent and fumbling, they can also be full of frustrations and heartaches. I hated colored pencils, which were the only access we had in prison to color, other than a cheap and worthless watercolor set from commissary. So I focused on graphite until I was able to purchase a real watercolor set through the black market. I loved the vibrant colors, while I never felt satisfied with the end result. Years later, looking upon these pieces, they are some of my favorite. I almost don’t recognize them as my works.