what is it about water colors that instantaneously parallel the emotions, patterns, and situations within. the ebb and flow that carries through the day to day. the weariness that sometimes tears down, ripping at every muscle and every vein. the stroke of the brush…the smears left behind…the beauty intervening amongst the mudded murked paint. the paint of our days, the error and justification of our ways. i think english born and bred Cate Parr illustrates it beautifully.