Different Eyes

After studying watercolor for a while, I no longer see things the same way; they are not what they seem.  A fire pit becomes shades of gray.  Sunset becomes a spectrum of color, blending and creating. I began to ask different questions.  What colors blended together to make that color? Which lines are soft and which ones hard? I wonder when the evening comes, how would the colors change then? I think less about my worries.

When I “study” God enough, painting him, choosing him, spending time with him, experimenting with him, lifting him, messing with him, dreaming about him.. how would I then, maybe, see the world differently?