After some initial exploration with watercolor pencils, I began to play around a little, loosen up, think about the landscapes I used to paint in my watercolor class in college — a whole different lifetime ago — before I immersed myself in teaching elementary school. I’ve always kept sketchbooks and played with random drawings, but the watercolor pencils were a quick road back to color. Fortunaely, my hand had not forgotten what to do. A few lines, some gesture strokes, and a group of pine trees was born.
Next stop: dig into the art materials I’ve kept for twenty years, particularly my little tin container of tubes of watercolors, to see what, if anything, was still in working order.