I did a piece like this in colored pencil a few years ago, and decided to paint it in watercolor.
As I was working on it, I started to think how much our lives are like this string of beads. Large, small, bright, dull and dark , one continuous line with no beginning, no end that you can see.
Life has big events, small ones, happy bright times and dull somber dark days.
It goes on in a perpetual line, but has detours, over and under, ins and outs. We don't really know where it begins, we don't know where it ends. I think I'll name this 'Life is a String of Beads' BJ for jj