The Olden Days Part iii

Here, is where I would like to live. Walking out under big skies with a dog. Victorian water-colours. Funny how the older you get the more you turn to the things you would never have considered appreciating. These Victorian Water-colours for example. I love them. Not because they are the most beautifully executed little paintings with dabs of white gouache and the occasional pencil mark but because I can see how time has faded the paper and transformed it. If you look at the edges, where the mount has protected the paint and paper from sunlight, the colours are far more vibrant than in the center.