Watercolor (American English) or watercolour (Commonwealth and Ireland), also aquarelle from French, is a painting method. A watercolor is the medium or the resulting artwork in which the paints are made of pigments suspended in a water-soluble vehicle. The traditional and most common support for watercolor paintings is paper; other supports include papyrus, bark papers, plastics, vellum or leather, fabric, wood, and canvas. Watercolors are usually transparent, and appear luminous because the pigments are laid down in a relatively pure form with few fillers obscuring the pigment colors. Watercolor can also be made opaque by adding Chinese white. In East Asia, watercolor painting with inks is referred to as brush painting or scroll painting. In Chinese, Korean, and Japanese painting it has been the dominant medium, often in monochrome black or browns. India, Ethiopia and other countries also have long traditions. Fingerpainting with watercolor paints originated in china.
Although watercolor painting is extremely old, dating perhaps to the cave paintings of paleolithic Europe, and has been used for manuscript illumination since at least Egyptian times but especially in the European Middle Ages, its continuous history as an art medium begins in the Renaissance. The German Northern Renaissance artist Albrecht Dürer (1471–1528) who painted several fine botanical, wildlife and landscape watercolors, is generally considered among the earliest exponents of the medium. An important school of watercolor painting in Germany was led by Hans Bol (1534–1593) as part of the Dürer Renaissance.
I found a picture perfect pigment on the palette for once
And if I spilled it on the sky, it could challenge the challenge the sun
I'm gathering umbrellas just to salvage it from
The doubt on your tongue and any rain clouds if they come
Because you got watercolors underneath your eyelids
Painted on the oleander canvas of your iris
And it's a shame they get diluted and dim
Every time a little rain comes through with the wind
We've been separated by the longitude
And we'll be woven back together when the needle in the compass moves
I can't promise you the moon
But I could guarantee a garden if you'd let the sunshine soon
So sugar show me the symmetry hidden beneath your breastbone
Break a piece that I can carry with me when you've left home
And if the weather ever finger paints your day black
I'll light another match so you can navigate your way back
Because I've met a lot of those that put the "lie" in "I believe in you"
But I believe you do, I believe you do
Misunderstood
Lost the footing and I fell hard
That's when the fireflies died in the bell jar
I used to pray that they would be awake in June
When that origami sunset folds to a paper moon
The skyline blushes when it breaks dawn
The highway stretches and the interstate yawns but
I never sleep when the give and take's gone
When it's freezing in the place that we used to wake on
I was too ambitious and too damn timid
And too thrilled when the glass was half filled to wonder what was in it
But you're a cynic when the magic still exists
Till you stifle all the winds that send the daffodils adrift
And that's the reason that the kite fell flat, love
And if you wanted it might sail right back up
Just hold the tether tight when the black wind blows