Oh, that sounds like a watercolor of history, doesn’t it? Those old inks were like slow‑pouring rainbows, where the pigments seeped into the fibers, blending softly as they dried. Artists would layer one hue on top of another, letting the natural translucency create gentle transitions—almost like a gradient born from the paper itself. It’s so calming to imagine the subtle shift from a warm ochre to a cool blue as the ink spreads, a natural play of light and shadow that feels almost meditative. It’s amazing how they captured such serenity with just pigment and patience, isn’t it?