Paint
It is quite amazing on how a couple of cans of pigmented liquid latex,can change one's mood. I have taken this weekend to paint over the pink and raspberry "textured" paint in the bedroom, and as I went through the process of priming the walls and putting the new color on I had a lot of time to think. The first thing that ran through my mind was "What was I thinking to paint the walls raspberry?" The second thought was more introspective. I looked at the paint as a fresh start. A clean slate. I have gone through a lot over the last few months, and it has been a turbulent time. Taking all of that into account, I wanted a color that was warm, fresh, and inviting. I decided on a medium shade of yellow that makes the entire room look brighter. Even now, as I sit back and admire my handiwork, I have to smile. The color is perfect, I feel like I have accomplished a major task, and I am sure the paint fumes are helping a little as well.
I know it seems odd to make an entire journal entry about a can of paint, and I did not create something as magnificent as the Sistine Chapel, but on some level that paint has become part of a masterpiece. And that masterpiece is me.
I know it seems odd to make an entire journal entry about a can of paint, and I did not create something as magnificent as the Sistine Chapel, but on some level that paint has become part of a masterpiece. And that masterpiece is me.