:] I found a lovely fun things..

These are my lovely children from the summer camp last summer.. in my art room... notice the walls.. we painted them.. :] As i said.. its not necessarily the PRODUCT.. its the process that i live for..

I found this on my computer and I had it as a post awhile ago.
but it made me smile.
so here we go again.



Soo... i pretty much love painting.

The greatest most wonderful times are with paint.. whether it be tossing powered paint around in the sky or in a fan and let it slowly flow down from the sky like colored snow.. or tossing soft squishy balls covered in paint at each other... or mixing together the vibrant colors and watching as the swirls slowly merge into each other and form a new color.. the cool creamy feel of the paint as you squish it around your fingers... the swooosh of the paint brush as you leave behind a trail of paint on the paper.

I cannot paint without getting it all over. All over me... all over the floor.. all over the paper... all over everything...

I never have a product in mind when i start painting. I let it emerge. That is the best part because you can never mess up.

As the lovely Pablo Picasso once said, “The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?”

Hello?>

Question:
What makes YOU think of ME?


and does anyone even really read this?

Let me know out there.. that someone read this.. or no one does..