It's enough to say that I am loving making the petals curl, watching the travelling colours scoot across the water, manipulating the heat and dampness of the paper to control paint effects.
Why oh why did I ever stop painting in watercolour? Italy and your damp stone walls, was it because you don't value works on paper so much? Shame on you for not appreciating them, and shame on me for being influenced. (That, of course, was a gross over-statement and simplification of the real art world here).
Today I am grateful for all the skills I have been taught and given in this medium.