I remember the first time I came in contact with watercolors was in high school. My beloved art teacher, Sr. Helen David, gave us a demonstration on how to use the medium. She magically moved her brush around while explaining effortlessly what we needed to do. Lo and behold, a few brushstrokes later appeared a charming lake scene. She made it look so easy! The funny thing is, my mother happened to unknowingly buy that painting at a school art auction and to this day it is hanging in my parents’ home. My first attempt at watercolors was a muddy mess, not quite the masterpieces I hoped for. I was experimenting with various mediums because Sr. Helen pushed us to pursue as many art directions as possible. The disappointment was so great I decided to stay away from watercolors from then on. It wasn’t until many years later, newly married, living in Africa and without any art supplies that I purchased a very non-descript set of watercolors and some paper. I went into it with on