Over the summer, I had the immensely good fortune to visit my best friend and beloved nephews (who refuse to stop growing like weeds) for the first time in two years. When she asked me to create little paintings for the boys’ bedrooms before I left, I might have freaked out though. I do not paint! I can’t draw to save my life. I get really pissed off when I’m not good at something right away (cough, there’s an Eddie Izzard quote about painting that fits me pretty perfectly, cough). But I persevered. For the children!
Indeed, by the power of google images, Geeta’s incredible paint selection, and the ability to cover mistakes and start over, I created a couple custom paintings that I’m actually ridiculously proud of:
And thus an obsession was born. Who knew painting was so soothing?? I loved the intense concentration required, even if I made a bunch of mistakes and had to start over repeatedly. (I tell you, that cat had a very distinct resemblance to Hitler at one point, and I’ll let you guess at the accidentally phallic cloud formations I created.)
When we got home from our trip, I made a beeline to Michael’s for supplies, resolved that painting would be my new semester stress relieving activity. And then I had a brainwave about my August tree. Why not paint sea creatures? And this allowed me to repurpose the runway from July’s aviation tree, so this month’s tree is cute as well as cheap (you’re welcome, Mr. T!)