Brushes, and Canvas, and Paint, Oh My!
I don't know if you know this bloggers as I'm not terribly apt to talk about it, but I love to paint. While I leave most shoved in the closet or as gifts to friends and family, I still enjoy it. I don't plan to sell any as I'm pretty sure they never would sell anyways, but it brings me peace. Beyond that, I don't care. I love it. And I don't paint like any normal person. This is me we are talking about. When do I ever do anything normal? I love to get my hands involved and smear the paint to blend it the way I want. Then I use brushes to get the detail I want. And though I rarely get to paint anymore (I'm just to darn busy) I did get to paint today. Well tonight after the munchkin went to bed. It was wonderful.
At Sound Castle they used to laugh because I'd be covered in paint. All over my hands, and face. Up my arms and then I'd go to shower and find it in weird places like my knees and ankles. Then again I normally paint in shorts. Should probably not do that anymore, but whatever. It's comfortable. Back to the point. Which was?...oh yeah, painting. Sorry, off on a tangent again. At any rate what I was saying is that for me painting is soothing and allows me to express myself. Or at least that's what the true "artists" say. I, on the other hand, stick the brush into the paint then onto the canvas and see what happens! Hahahaha. (Possibly had a little to much coffee before bed, which normally never makes me hyper. Actually it puts me to sleep, apparently not tonight though. Oh well.) Something interesting always comes out that's for sure.
Once I was up around midnight as I had just gotten out of the shower and got the itch to paint. Thankfully, I had started on one earlier that day so all of my paints were out. So at 1:30 or so in the morning my roommate comes out to find me sitting in a big fluffy towel with a smaller towel in my hair, paint brush in hand, hands covered in paint (again), and finishing up the painting I had started earlier. The look on his face was priceless. Had I not been in a towel, I would likely have fallen over laughing. (I wanted to be as ladylike as you can be sitting in a towel covered in paint, which is to say not very.) However when he actually looked at the painting itself rather than the spectacle of his roommate, he was very pleased and promptly picked out where on the wall it would go in the morning once it was dry. It's still one of my favorite to this day. That is one of many of my crazy painting stories. I have more than a few where, although it wasn't a towel, I have been caught painting in my bra and panties, or a sweatshirt and panties, and sometimes a tank and panties. It's not unusual as I often came home from a long day of work and shucked the pants on the living room floor. Don't worry I put on shorts...sometimes. Mostly I forgot other people lived in the house with me. I blame it on the two drama majors I lived with in college. Modesty doesn't exist in the realm of drama. And then of course there are the many other places I could blame it on, but that's besides the point. My poor mother tried to teach me. She really, really did. Pity it never really stuck. Sorry Mom.
Other thing my poor roommates were often subjected to, beyond the paint in less than normal clothing, was coming home to me covered in charcoal. Again my art. I like many different mediums, but paint and charcoal are two of my favorites. Well those and silver of course. I often forget that charcoal in particular rubs off very easily. So an itch on the nose or cheek, a thoughtful rub of the forehead or ear. Yeah it gets everywhere with me. I've even found it on my tummy and thighs. Then again I think about what I usually wear when I'm being creative. Ok, fine, it makes sense, but still.
Alright, enough with the rambling. I'm sorry. You all know I'm not usually quite this random, but we will blame it on the coffee. What soothes you in your everyday life when things get stressful? What brings you peace? A walk, or art, or maybe coffee (insert chuckle)? A good book? Leave it in the comments below. I'd love to know.
Well, my dear bloggers, it's nearly 2:00 am here and I had best get to bed. I'm finally tired. Thanks for hanging in there with my beyond randomness tonight. It's been fun. As they say in France, bonne nuit et doux rêve! Good night and dream sweet!
At Sound Castle they used to laugh because I'd be covered in paint. All over my hands, and face. Up my arms and then I'd go to shower and find it in weird places like my knees and ankles. Then again I normally paint in shorts. Should probably not do that anymore, but whatever. It's comfortable. Back to the point. Which was?...oh yeah, painting. Sorry, off on a tangent again. At any rate what I was saying is that for me painting is soothing and allows me to express myself. Or at least that's what the true "artists" say. I, on the other hand, stick the brush into the paint then onto the canvas and see what happens! Hahahaha. (Possibly had a little to much coffee before bed, which normally never makes me hyper. Actually it puts me to sleep, apparently not tonight though. Oh well.) Something interesting always comes out that's for sure.
Once I was up around midnight as I had just gotten out of the shower and got the itch to paint. Thankfully, I had started on one earlier that day so all of my paints were out. So at 1:30 or so in the morning my roommate comes out to find me sitting in a big fluffy towel with a smaller towel in my hair, paint brush in hand, hands covered in paint (again), and finishing up the painting I had started earlier. The look on his face was priceless. Had I not been in a towel, I would likely have fallen over laughing. (I wanted to be as ladylike as you can be sitting in a towel covered in paint, which is to say not very.) However when he actually looked at the painting itself rather than the spectacle of his roommate, he was very pleased and promptly picked out where on the wall it would go in the morning once it was dry. It's still one of my favorite to this day. That is one of many of my crazy painting stories. I have more than a few where, although it wasn't a towel, I have been caught painting in my bra and panties, or a sweatshirt and panties, and sometimes a tank and panties. It's not unusual as I often came home from a long day of work and shucked the pants on the living room floor. Don't worry I put on shorts...sometimes. Mostly I forgot other people lived in the house with me. I blame it on the two drama majors I lived with in college. Modesty doesn't exist in the realm of drama. And then of course there are the many other places I could blame it on, but that's besides the point. My poor mother tried to teach me. She really, really did. Pity it never really stuck. Sorry Mom.
Other thing my poor roommates were often subjected to, beyond the paint in less than normal clothing, was coming home to me covered in charcoal. Again my art. I like many different mediums, but paint and charcoal are two of my favorites. Well those and silver of course. I often forget that charcoal in particular rubs off very easily. So an itch on the nose or cheek, a thoughtful rub of the forehead or ear. Yeah it gets everywhere with me. I've even found it on my tummy and thighs. Then again I think about what I usually wear when I'm being creative. Ok, fine, it makes sense, but still.
Alright, enough with the rambling. I'm sorry. You all know I'm not usually quite this random, but we will blame it on the coffee. What soothes you in your everyday life when things get stressful? What brings you peace? A walk, or art, or maybe coffee (insert chuckle)? A good book? Leave it in the comments below. I'd love to know.
Well, my dear bloggers, it's nearly 2:00 am here and I had best get to bed. I'm finally tired. Thanks for hanging in there with my beyond randomness tonight. It's been fun. As they say in France, bonne nuit et doux rêve! Good night and dream sweet!
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