One of the most beautiful things about watercolor is the way it feels alive. It flows, it surprises, it forces you to let go and lean into its gentle unpredictability. That’s part of why I fell in love with it, and why I cherish the times I’ve had learning from artists who carry on that same spirit—especially Ray Henderson and his son, Bradley Hendershot. I was blessed to take a course with Bradley myself, and watching him demonstrate both his own and his father’s techniques