So I am painting again. It seems to keep me at a relatively normal level of sanity. However, I am oh so hard on my own work. I am a perfectionist what can I say. When I paint it, to me it looks like crap. Others like it, but i can't really see it. Once in High school I made a painting for an english project and one of the kids in my class bought it from me because he liked it so much. I think he was on some kind of drugs though. No really. Big druggie. But he still bought it nonetheless and I made money. It's kind of like when my mom says not to start decorating those cookies or sketch before you paint - because she knows that I will get frustrated because it won't look exactly the way I want. And right now as I sit here and look at the painting I started - I hate it right now. It's too dark and the colors aren't blending like I picture them in my head. And I am giving this painting as a gift so hopefully it will live up to my expectations in the end. But I don't know. Right now it's ugly. We shall see. But even when I think it's ugly - the activity of painting still makes me happy. So that makes it ok.
On another happy note - classes are basically over, but we all know what that means. I'm not really worried about my finals so it's not that. Classes over = MOVING. And I HATE moving. HATE HATE HATE. I hate packing and I hate moving. I can't think of anything else right now that I hate more. Well maybe my painting. KIDDING. I hate moving way more.
But right now I am exhausted so it's off to bed.
TTFN
1 comment:
Good for you! Keep up wth it. I hope I get a painting from you one day! Something, Americana with a rustic look or not...you pick. But I would love to have an original from you!
Hugs
MR~
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