I really am.
But not one of those deeply moving, "what do you mean you don't understand my painting, it's BLUE" kind of artists. I'm more like one of those "oh hey, a pen and a napkin, doodle doodle doodle" kind of artists. Because I do it for fun. And yeah, for money. But still. Fun....most of the time.
But I feel like branching into new mediums. Do you know how long it's been since I painted? Like with something other than finger paints or the kids' water colors where all the colors are mixed so they just come out brown anyway?
It's been awhile. I've been itching to paint for months.
I've also wanted to let Monkey loose on a canvas for awhile. He's not like my other kids (who all carry mine and Husband's arty genes) who like to draw endless pictures of unicorns, princesses, transformers or dinosaurs. Monkey likes to feel his art. He'll probably end up being one of those deeply moving types. And I'll have to pretend to understand all of his blue paintings while I doodle on his art gala program.
So one of these days I'm going to buy a bunch of canvases and some paint that isn't dried up from years of non-use, and strip the Monkey to a diaper ('cause it's going to be messy) so we can both paint our little hearts out.
In the meantime, I've just been experimenting with other art forms.
I call it "Big Butted Mother and Child (who does not have a big butt, but probably caused the big butt)"
After my shower the other day I had a wad of hair on my hand that wouldn't come off due to wet fingers. So I got annoyed and flung the hair wad at the shower curtain and it landed in a way that made me want to stand there, all drippy, and finish the picture. And then I had to hurry and throw on some clothes so I could grab the camera before the curtain dried. (And can I just say that it's not exactly easy getting a decent picture of hair on a clear shower curtain? Luckily my hair is black right now, it would have been seriously tragic had I decided to go blond.)
I was thinking about starting a collection of hair wad artwork. But, honestly, I just don't have time to do art in the shower every day. And who am I kidding? I don't shower every day. You should all know that by now.
Maybe I can just do my painting studies with hair wads, and get the canvases for something more....better than hair wads.
P.S. Here is a picture of my little Number Four, because no one ever reads my private family blog these days, and this picture deserves some attention:
P.P.S. I had to yell at my kids to get this picture to give to Husband for Father's Day. I think I scared off our neighbors way before this, but now they know not to mess with me when I'm holding a camera.
Look at their happy little faces. You can't even tell that I made them all cry. And we ended up with a picture, which is good, because otherwise Husband would have just gotten an empty frame for his desk at work.