I did a lot of watercolor painting in grade and middle school. And even did some with one of my grandmothers who was an avid watercolor painter; yet somehow I never took it seriously. I had studied color theory and watercolor techniques for years and still thought of it as somehow less mature than acrylic or oil painting.
Somehow, in my art-less months a small spark began to glow. I've picked up my brushes and instead of returning to my previously preferred acrylic paints, I've begun dabbling in watercolors.
I'm excited and nervous (sure sign it's a good direction) and glad to be painting again.
With acrylic paints one can keep painting as long as they like because the paint dries quickly and is completely opaque. If you don't like something, you paint right over it.
With watercolors, every bit shows. The paint is transparent so the light shines through and reflects off every layer. The wetter medium also means sometimes you just have to wait for it to dry.
Add an almost-two-year-old and an almost-two-month-old (golly!) and I get ten minutes here and five minutes there in front of my easel.
But oh it feels so good to paint again!