I discovered painting purely by accident and thanks in part to my former mother-in-law when I was in my early 20s.
Almost immediately I fell in love with the smell of oil paint and linseed oil mixed with turpentine. That's how my house smells right now. I finally dragged out the blank canvasses and the paint and started painting again. It's been a long time. So long most of my friends don't know that I paint anything other than the walls of my house.
But more than the paint. I love the paintbrushes. Their shapes and the fact that each one has a particular talent, sort of like people.
Liberating Plankton, part 1
6 days ago