5.03.2010
Paints, paintbrushes, and Vermeer.
My hands are covered in paint. My room smells of paint thinner. My back is sore from too many hours of bending over a canvas (which is still mostly white). Best 40-hour project ever. No, seriously. Can you imagine anything better than be forced to paint? I have to paint. This, my friend, this is the life. (Minus the paint thinner part, of course.)
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Sounds wonderful. Except that for me, paint as the artistic medium is the only inanimate substance that is smarter than I am. I think. But I'm glad it works out for you. You're inspiring me to stop working on this paper (that, as you can see, I am slaving over this very minute) and break out my to-long-unused sketchbook.
ReplyDeleteHahaha oh my dear Courtney. You are a funny one :)
ReplyDeleteConfession: I kind of like the smell of paint thinner. Our apartment has had the lingering smell of turpentine over the past few days :)
ReplyDeleteOh and I remember the very sore back after 40 hours of sitting on the floor painting!