I fear that having taken up sketching and watercolor painting I might soon find myself making woodcuts and prints.

I started off in the arts innocently, with music and prose. Music theory seemed a bulwark against anything too squishy.

I admit I slipped into poetry for a few decades, but I meant well. (I still dabble, but I can quit anytime I want.)

Then I found sketchbooks and watercolor paint. It seemed so innocent. So help me, I never meant to spend this much on pens.

I hope this never winds up in acrylics.