Sometimes when you've had a really stressful day at work and life gets kind of tough the best thing to do is just come home and paint. I love painting. I love not only the end result, but so much of the process of applying paint to a canvas and watching the brush strokes create a unique texture. I love the smell of paint and just getting myself into that creative world where I'm creating something that's never been done exactly that way before. I love that Adam bought me a canvas for Christmas. I love him for respecting this talent/interest of mine and supporting me in it. I just primed the canvas today with white paint (so hence it doesn't look like anything yet) but we decided to hang it on the wall anyway (partly because there's nowhere to store it and we want to protect it). But I find that I kind of love walking past a blank canvas on the wall and being inspired by all the things it could become. I love art.
