March got thin somehow this year while I was not looking, like a wash you continue to dab about the canvas long after concentration of pigment is far lower than that of the mere dirt you loosened from the bristles of the brush. Not even enough medium remains to make a difference. When it dries you will notice that those efforts have had no effect at all, but not before. For now the shine of the water makes you think that you are at least adding gloss if not depth.
Perhaps it has been the rain, inconstant but inconvenient and copious. It washes over everything, thins it out, moves the dirt around. Still, things do not appear to become any cleaner.
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