On Wednesday, an unexpected delight fell from the sky in Phoenix - graupel. Graupel is a form of soft hail – a mix of ice and snow. Out of the blue, in the middle of the afternoon, a storm broke pelting rooftops and blanketing the city in white. At a local school, classroom doors were thrown open. Throngs of amazed children rushed to see the unbelievable. This couldn't happen, but it did. The whole city came alive. It was as though an entire population was witnessing a miracle and the remarkable energy was palpable. No one could recollect snow falling on a February afternoon in Phoenix, "the city that rose from ashes".
Tiny sparkling pellets of ice accumulated on every horizontal surface. They reminded me of diamonds. Yes, on Wednesday, diamonds fell from the desert sky.
What an unexpected gift, sent to remind me that anything is possible. The whole experience generated the wonder that I feel in every painting. I revel in the flow of water into unpredictable patterns that merge into lines and hues that I never could have designed. This is the exhilaration of painting with water media.
I am reminded to embrace each moment – to remain open to finding the value in each brushstroke and the flow that results from every spritz of water. If I stay stuck in that which I already know, I cannot discover that which I seek. If I fear the unknown, then I will block that which the universe offers. Graupel in Phoenix reminded me to stay open to the new and to embrace the unfamiliar. Experimentation fuels innovation. There are no mistakes – only discoveries.