My mother has painted with Watercolors my entire life. Every year as presents she would give out watercolor renderings of plants around the house or the fauna of the surrounding hill-country to relatives and friends. Earlier this month she sent me an email with the link to the website of her best friend’s daughter, Tatiana Musi. I followed the link without giving thought to what would come of it.
The experience that followed was strange, really, for apparently Tatiana has followed in my mother’s footsteps. Their styles are so similar it was like meeting my mother as a young woman. Both women grew up in Mexico City and both women attended art schools; both use watercolor as their main artistic medium. Both paint with such a delicate attention to detail the resulting subject matter appears fragile, as if it may crumble off the page. Their use of color is dreamy and feminine.
Ultimately I was transported to a place I have never been able to describe as anything but a place of tiny treasures. A place where fairies probably exist and gnomes fly on the backs of birds. A place of magic. Until now I was sure my mother and perhaps Rudolf Steiner were exclusively responsible for the existence of this place but it seems Tatiana has inherited the ability.