So I said I was going to paint, and by golly I did paint. I sat my butt down outside, until it began to suddenly pour, and continued to sit inside and paint to my hearts content. Oddly enough, especially once I got going, it was really relaxing. Everything else seemed to melt away besides the brush strokes I was making and the colors I was mixing.
My "Painting Studio" once I moved inside was simply my kitchen table. Acryllic paints I bought years ago and old brushes were strewn everywhere. After a couple hours of diligently losing myself in the paint and perfecting I was doing I finally had a finished product that I think is somewhat better than a middle-schooler's attempt in art class.
...actually I'm really self conscious when it comes to painting. Seriously. Someone I dated in college once told me, albeit honest I suppose, that I paint very child-like. Since then I have been extremely wary of painting, let alone showing what I paint to people. Funny how one simple comment can alter your whole way of thinking, isn't it? But, I decided to show you anyway.
Its not perfect, but I am okay with that. I loved taking a few hours and forgetting about everything else. I loved the feeling of accomplishing something and creating something on my own. I loved that it kind of looks like what I was trying to paint.
Here is a side by side comparison of the photo and the painting...
Now I think I need to figure out what to do with this painting. I think I will hang it in my bathroom.... ha.