Crock c. 1938

Charles Caseau made this delicate, blue-hued watercolor on paper. I love the way Caseau lets the watercolor do its thing. The blues pool and bloom, creating these soft, ethereal floral forms. It's like watching a slow dance between water and pigment. You can imagine him tilting the paper, guiding the flow, but also allowing for chance and happy accidents. The texture is smooth, thin. I wonder what Caseau was thinking when he painted this? Was he daydreaming of spring, or maybe he was just really into blue that day? It reminds me a bit of folk art, with its simple shapes and unpretentious charm, but there’s something also modern and graphic about it. It feels like a page from a sketchbook, a moment of quiet observation. Each brushstroke is like a breath, a gentle invitation to slow down and notice the beauty in the everyday. These kinds of drawings are part of a conversation with so many artists, like a visual echo through time, inspiring all of us to find our own way of seeing.