Ahhh, paint. What a great writing topic! The first thing that comes to mind for me when I think paint is my mom. She loves interior painting and so for most of my life I remember always wondering if we would have a different colored house when I came home from school. At the very least we would usually have some paint chips up somewhere in the house!
I truly don’t understand the enjoyment that she gets out of it because it is so much work! I can barely make it a half hour before my arms hate me and I’m ready for a nap or a sandwich.
Canvas painting, on the other hand, is a whole different beast! I feel like I could paint all day long if it’s on a canvas. In high school I always took art class whenever possible because it was the only class I actually got excited for… Yet somehow I’ve stopped painting since graduation.
I think all that I’ve painted over the last 7 years of my life are those cute canvases you can do at wine & paint classes. They are a ton of fun, but I still miss the solitary hours I would spend, bent over my canvas, doing some portrait. Acrylic is nice, but oil is… I don’t even know how to describe it.
I wish I had a picture of one of my portrait paintings, but vacation… LOL