I have some paintings down at Joy & Company, and I kind of feel like going down there and buying one. Part of me hopes they sell, but I’d be happy if they ended up coming back home, too.
I’ve seen a lot of videos online of people doing those acrylic pour paintings.
At first, I thought they were really beautiful. I loved the cells that formed. So I bought some flotrol, silicone, tongue depressors and plastic cups. Before I got around to trying it, I got sick of them.
The thing that bugs me the most is how everyone says “I’m really happy with how this turned out.” It really annoys me.
I guess they’re surprised when they like something they produced.
I like them the way I like glaze on a clay pot. You choose the color and let it act the way glaze acts.
I dislike them the way I dislike photographs of northern lights.
Years ago, I wrote about a woman who was hanging photos up the night I was taking my paintings down.
“Don’t you get tired of painting fish?” She asked.