I’ve stared at that same misted sunlight for years, and it feels like the fabric is breathing. I like to think of watercolor as a dress that’s still moving, where the paint drips and folds like a silk gown in a breeze. The trick is to keep the lines soft, so the pigment seems to glide, and then layer washes to give the piece that weight and motion you feel on a runway. It’s a quiet dance, but it’s worth the effort to capture that fleeting light on canvas.