I blanched at the idea. In my mind I am and EPIC story teller and you all should never take me for less. Then I was once again visiting Satan at Walmart about a month ago and saw some water colors.
So I got some supplies and left it on my table thinking that I won't have time to paint anything until the winter break. Well knock me down with a feather. I have loads of time in fact and since I've been so depressed lately I've been doing more painting than writing. Do I know what I'm doing? Of course not, I haven't had any formal art training in my life. My brother Darryl is the artsy fartsy guy.
Not writing isn't the issue I've been there before. When ever the real world intrudes I'm stuck, waiting for inspiration or motivation to do anything remotely productive. I wonder if me getting back on my drugs will help. Lets be real kiddies I spend more time off my drugs than on them. But Painting is pretty soothing.
Here are my two favorites so far.
What I'm finding out is that if I want anything to come out remotely like what I've seen in my head I have to take my time. So here we are with another thing that needs nurturing. I'll never sell any of these. I have friends that are real artist and frankly they are too awesome to compete against. So I'll be decorating my home with these awful things or probably making a book out of them. A nice book for the coffee table where the no one is forced to stare at it unless they open the darn thing.
Well since school is a wash again this semester, thanks to my non residency status and my college placement exams not being addressed I have the time to handle that. I can also take care of my Disability application and my application to upgrade from a General to an Honorable discharge. These are things I would have had to ignore. Of course these are things I should have already done yet I'm always dealing with something else.
In the mean time enjoy the "art work".
