Water carries colour: I see the series as a long sentence, one still being written... In mid March of 2020, I was in Cairns in north-eastern Australia, staying within walking distance of the water. By late March, still in Cairns, I grasped for my watercolours in an attempt to fend off the escalating fear being thrust upon us as ‘the pandemic’ became immanent and we knew we were about to lose our bearings. Water carried colour and carried me away into suspended moments of stillness. I walked by the sea, sat, looking at sky and water. I knew it was critical that I harness the extreme unease I felt into something of beauty. I began with water and colour and soft brushes. Touching paper with watercolour and a soft brush requires a surrender. It requires both an acute focus and a willingness to concede loss of control. I breathe into the movements and marks, at times pushing the breath hard, forcing the water to carry the colour beyond the paper’s comfort. Photo credit Lucy Foster.