Yeah, me neither. BUT in an effort to be more on-topic, I have decided to divulge something I was going to hide from everyone. I have ordered paint supplies. Because I’m going to retry painting. It drives me crazy that I can’t dye my hair unnatural colors, tattoo my arms, paint, write novels, take photos, be a FREE person. I’m SUPER jealous of everyone who can. I’ve said that a million times, I know. But instead of whining about how I can’t do it, I’m going to remind myself why I whine and just put the whole dang thing behind me. And the leftover supplies, you may ask? Well, Tom’s an artist. He doesn’t usually do paints, but I have absolute confidence that he’ll at least find it interesting. Or I’ll donate the supplies somewhere. “Starving artists” might go to the goodwill and find these supplies and they might be exactly what they need.
Pretty sure my “work” is going to accidentally look like a Jackson Pollock, though. Or a blind impressionist. I read the novel “Girl with the Pearl Earring” and was very interested in the fact that Vermeer painted colors things actually weren’t first and layered colors to add depth and realism to his paintings. I thought “well heck, I can do that!” Uh, well, first you need to be able to paint the things before you can paint them the wrong color. And I saw the Queen of the Damned movie and was amazed at Marius’s use of color and the different movements which inspired his paintings. Like, faces with green in them. I thought “I could do that!” Well, you’ve got to be able to paint a face. I still haven’t mastered the smiley face. Or the stick figure. Just ask my husband. When I send him a drawing, he’s like “another stick figure?” And when he sends me one, it’s like “another six-pack man?” Yeah.
So, here’s to facing my insecurities! And hopefully conquering them!