Loose layers of oak, shagbark hickory, birch and maple leaves crunched beneath our feet like percussion instruments. Once in a while, a smell of sweet, musty perfume nibbled at our senses. A revelry of brittle scarlets, saffron yellows, organic oranges and rusty, cinnamon browns caught us by surprise. The spirited leaves proved the courage of their old age with brilliant crisp edges.
The path is always unpredictable much like painting in watercolor. In this demonstration at a workshop in the North Carolina mountains, I added visual textures by scraping, spattering, spraying water and sprinkling salt. I watched while washes ran into each other, colors separated and water spots appeared like unexpected gifts.