In the fall of 2015 I waked into a Pier 1, saw a print of a lovely oversized multicolored bird, began envisioning how bright and happy my living room would look with it, and promptly shriveled up and perished when looking at the price tag. Defiant, I marched over half a block to the Michael’s craft store, bought my first canvas and handful of acrylic paints for .99, and made my first ever painting.
I don’t claim to be any good at it but it’s been a joy to pass the rainy evenings and long road trips in Newfoundland with a paintbrush and an incongruous horror movie playing in the background on Netflix.
While my owls may not have been the most original, I had so much fun with colors that I hatched a few other rainbow-esque brain children.
Now I’m hanging out in the pretty pink skies of Landscape Town and we’ll see where this silly hobby takes me.
My favorite will always be nonsensically colorful creations: