How I love this sweet little drop of paint. I like how it changes with each shot of the camera. Imagine my surprise and delight when I found this accidental composition on the back of a piece of rolled up paper that had been left in a box near my work table. I have tried many times to replicate the spontaneous quality, but it is illusive, much more complete than it appears at first glance. When I first discovered it I asked my daughter if she had done it as she had been known to create miniscule compositions for others to find unexpectedly, but she denied any knowledge of this one. I do remember the day I think it happened. I was playing with watercolors; trying for the impossible, or so it seemed at the time, and leaving them in frustration. Weeks later I discovered the magical drop. How could it look so complete, and only be an accident? A perfect little drop of paint, slung from an over wet brush and landing on an upright surface at just the right angle that created something quite lovely in just a split second of time? Like all found things, there is a mystery about it, a story that is unknown. I’ve saved it for years, pulling it out when I need some inspiration, or the hope that creation really is a mystical process, and that accepting where I am in any given moment is important, and time will grace with with understanding!