Photo: L. Weikel

Mulling

Ever since I acquiesced to my friend Luz’s insistence that I at least try my hand at painting with her, the question of whether I would ever give myself the chance to do it again has lurked at the back of my mind.

I wrote about how much fun I had when I finally let myself do it in this post. And I revealed the ‘fruits,’ as I called them in this post.

I would be remiss if I didn’t say thank you to all of you, by the way, for the many kind and complimentary comments to that post in particular.

A Trip to the Art Store

The truth at this very moment is that I couldn’t, even on a whim, try my hand at creating another painting. Why? Because I have no canvases and I have no acrylics. Ostensibly I have access to (Karl’s) brushes, but I have a healthy dose of skepticism with respect to the shape in which I’ll find those. I think I’d rather have my own stuff anyway.

Because we seem to do things almost entirely opposite each other, it comes as no surprise that the medium Karl seems to prefer (oils) is much more complicated than the medium I just experienced. Ideally, I’d like to stick with what I know, which – of course – necessitates a trip to an art supply store – stat.

Triggers Even More

Oooh, just even the thought of going to an art store brings a flood of memories. I used to get such a thrill out of shopping at the art store for young Karl. Birthday, Christmas, it didn’t matter what event we were celebrating – I’d always have a gift from the art store at the ready. Nothing was going to come between my kid and his creativity if I could help it.

My two favorite stores: the office supply store and the art supply store.  I just have to laugh.

Do I Want to Risk It?

That’s what I pretty much have to ask myself. Do I want to risk revealing that the paintings I created as I stood side-by-side with Luz were an astonishing case of ‘beginners’ luck?’ It would be easy to simply revel in the first two.

It would be easy to never do it again – just as it was easy for me to put Luz off (for a while, at least).  It’s interesting – I could even feel myself getting just a tiny bit irritated by my friend’s insistence that I give this medium a try. “Just play, Lisa. Please? Do it for me.”

And I have to ask myself: why would I – why did I – give it a try for her and not for myself?

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