…aaaaaand sometimes I dip it in tea. It’s not my fault that I have no where else on the table to put my mug. Not really. Besides, the elevated risk of slowly poisoning myself with paint keeps life that much more exciting.
Speaking of excitement, here are some other ways I like to keep the colors flowing in front of the canvas:
I think about all the strange things I’m afraid of, like…
1. Hitting the end of paint tube (admittedly like coming to the end of a chocolate bar. sniff. over too soon.) Looks like it’s time for larger paint tubes!
2. Getting paint on my clothes (AGAIN? stupid stupid stupid.)
3. Getting it juuuuuust right only to find…a hair. or a ball of hair. lint? grrrr…
4. People coming into my
studio dining room and recognizing that’s not a tarp on my floor…its a used plastic mattress pad!
5. I dislike spiders, I’m not afraid of them…totally not going with spiders here. Although sometimes I wonder what would happen if a spider made a web on my canvas. That would be inspired.
6. Giving a painting to someone who doesn’t like it or want it (now that was honest!)
“Keep the coffee on, my friends…”