I enjoy painting, but I wouldn’t consider myself particularly good at it. The biggest reason for my incompetence would probably be the fact that I find it fun. I always think paint looks pretty. A lot of times when I’ve painted, I like the look of my palate better than my final product. The colors just look beautiful mixed together, and the globs (I wish I could think of a prettier word) add texture and personality. It’s a beautiful mess, and I can appreciate that.
Today, as it was finally warm, which makes me very happy, I decided to play with paint. Not do anything special, not have a plan for a final product, just put some color on paper and mix it right there. Nothing special, but I like it. It’s my very own beautiful mess. 🙂
Have a lovely day!