I finally got my shit together to buy some cheap canvases and acrylic paints to play with. I have a visual art degree but I majored in printmaking and I have never really painted at all – I’ve always been afraid of it as a medium to be perfectly honest.
I bit the bullet and prepared to fail on Saturday
I put some coloured grounds on three canvases on Saturday afternoon, and just that initial action sent my serotonin levels soaring. Later that evening I discovered that I shouldn’t pick up a brush when I have been drinking wine. It just doesn’t feel right. I can piss draw but I’m not a good piss painter.
I went to bed at a reasonable hour and got up very early, full of excitement to attack the canvases again
the one on the right was my first go and was the most fun – I had the Stone Roses on quite loud, endless cups of elderflower tea and the cat doing sharky laps between my ankles. Absolute heaven