Discovering yourself in your art is very exciting. It defines who we are personally and helps us celebrate our own uniqueness, oneness. I love all things chunky - salsa, spaghetti sauce, applesauce, jewelry and orange juice with pulp. Mugs, not teacups. I prefer large brushes and chunks of charcoal...never pencils. The first week of watercolor class is always a bit problematic in that no one is really prepared for an assignment. I asked each artist to grab something in the well-stocked trove of still life objects at the art center. I grabbed a tarnished silver plate teapot. I don't question my motivations....I just go with my first inclination. It was indeed a challenge with all of that tarnished goldeny-violety-blacky reflectiveness....and some dents as well. It was only when I finished the work at home that my self-definition revived itself. The beauty of this pot was in the embossing on the handle and on the spout. But when I picked up a small paintbrush, I felt disappointment...a "why bother" kind of feeling. It was just short of revolting. I always want to finish off a class project using only watercolor because, after all, it is a watercolor class. But I had to be true to myself. The pot was finished with chunky charcoal lines which pleased me greatly. The overall feel is always more important than the detail to me.