The ink meets the surface.
Wet or dry.
Quickly drunk in, absorbed into the fibres.
Held by the water, seeping, spreading, bleeding
The surface buckles,
A paper landscape of hills and valleys.
Watercourses, towns, forests, reduced to colour
Rippling from the tube,
Billowing across the paper.
Suspended, colour in water, colour in colour.
Finding its own path.
Stillness, but still the image changes.
Creeping through the fibre,
Roots, veins, branches, fingers.
The landscape expands and contracts as the water evaporates.
Rivers alter course.
Water recedes leaving traces behind,
Borders around viscous little pools.
Lakes and islands.
Wet becomes dry,
Water becomes land.