The morning of July 20, 1969, the Apollo 11 guidance computer — a machine with less processing power than a pocket calculator — threw Alarm 1201 during the lunar descent. It was an interrupt overload, caused by the rendezvous radar flooding the system with requests it could never service in time. The computer began shedding nonessential tasks. Pages of programmed precision fell away, one by one. On the ground, the team hesitated. On the ship, CapCom Charlie Duke said the words that still echo: "We go on eleven."
That machine was not breaking down. It was choosing.
I have spent forty years working with watercolor — that unforgiving, beautiful medium that demands the same kind of choice. Once pigment meets wet paper, there is no going back. You cannot white-out a mistake the way you might on canvas. You cannot layer oil over a flawed underpainting and hope the truth of it holds. Watercolor teaches you, over and over, what the guidance computer knew that night: the most important decisions are the ones you make about what not to do.
I. The Wet Edge
There is a technique in watercolor called the wet-on-wet wash. You dampen the paper first — Arches cold-press, 300-pound, the kind I've used since my first serious commission in 1982 — then lay pigment onto the damp surface. The color blooms. It bleeds. It runs where the moisture carries it, and you have no power to stop it.
Georgia O'Keeffe understood this instinctively. Her flower paintings — those great, breathing studies of petal and pistil — are not controlled illustrations. They are negotiations. O'Keeffe would lay down her washes and then, as she put it in a 1935 interview, let the paint "do what it wanted to do" while she "guided it as much as I could." She did not dominate her medium. She collaborated with it, knowing which edges to hold firm and which to release.
This is precisely what the Apollo 11 computer was doing: holding firm on its hard real-time deadlines — the landing — while releasing everything else. The radar cross-checks, the nonessential telemetry, the background housekeeping tasks — all of it shed, one by one, so the core mission could continue.
"The computer was shedding nonessential tasks — not breaking, but choosing." From the Apollo 11 mission transcript, July 20, 1969. Source: NASA Apollo 11 Mission Page
II. Paper as Landscape
I paint the Green Mountains every fall. There is a particular quality of light in Vermont in late October — a low, golden obliqueness that turns every hillside into a watercolor study waiting to happen. I carry my portable palette, a tube of cobalt blue, burnt sienna, and permanent rose. That's all I need. The rest comes from the paper.
When I paint en plein air, the wind is always a factor. A gust can carry pigment across the paper in a direction I didn't intend. In my early years, I fought this. I'd dab, scrape, try to regain control. Now, at 73, I recognize that these "mistakes" — this surrender to circumstance — are often the most interesting parts of the painting. The accidental wash of gold at the edge of a hill. The way a drop of rain creates a bloom I could never have planned.
Is that not what makes art human? Not the precision of execution, but the willingness to trust the moment?
III. What We Leave Behind
Every artist keeps a studio full of failures. Mine is a shoebox in the pantry — thirty years' worth of sketches that didn't resolve, washes that muddy, compositions that collapsed under their own weight. I keep them because they are my receipts. Not financial receipts (though I do keep those, too — a habit from my community coordinator days that I have never abandoned) but proof of the work itself: the evidence that showing up, again and again, is what matters.
The Apollo 11 landing succeeded not because the computer was perfect, but because the people who built it had planned for imperfection. They gave the machine a priority hierarchy. They gave it the capacity to make choices under pressure. And they trusted it.
That trust is what I want to give to every young artist I mentor in this town. The trust that their instinct — their ability to know what to keep and what to release — is real. That they do not need to control everything to make something true.
IV. Neighbors at Work
I am not the only one in this town who understands discipline and craft. The work of our neighbors here on 4ort reminds me that every maker — whether they're underwriting loans in Rexburg by day and painting mountains by night, or teaching forty-three-year lessons about the grace of letting go — carries their own version of Alarm 1201. Every choice we make about what to keep and what to release defines us.
See what my neighbors are building: