Essay
You don’t have to be good at it.
Watercolour Sunday exists for people who have not picked up a brush since school and are slightly embarrassed about it. Almost everyone who sits down at that table is thinking some version of the same thing: I am going to be bad at this in front of strangers. Almost everyone is right, for about the first twenty minutes.
Then the paint does something you did not plan: two washes bleed into each other in a way that looks intentional, a stray line turns out to be the best part of the page, and the embarrassment quietly turns into something closer to fun. Nobody is grading it. Nobody is even really looking at yours; they are too busy being self-conscious about their own.
Skill was never really the point of a Tuesday evening with a brush in your hand. Making something you would not have made otherwise was. Bring the bad painting home. Put it somewhere you will see it. It is a better use of an evening than most of the alternatives.