Watercolor on buckling pages

I’d practically forgot about the travel set of watercolors, so brought them with me last night to do some observationals and imaginaries.

She began a story— There were two houses… I don’t know the rest of it, as I got lost in the rendering of two little houses, the situation of whose windows is pure whimsy. The houses list ever so slightly to the right; they’re in a in a windy, treeless place.

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