Fall(ing over myself)

And just like that, I enjoyed acrylic. In college, I dreaded color theory. And acrylic even more. It was all too confusing for me.

I felt safe with black and white, hyperrealism and pencil. But the pandemic changed all that. I’d face my fears of color.

With an challenge of 30-60 minutes per painted, I’d paint and I’d posted. I busted out my old watercolors. I grabbed my wacom tablet. I learned gouache. And here we are, nearing the end of 2023, and I am taking another stab at acrylic.

All it took was a little playfulness with family. Without any care in the world, everyone else at the table enjoyed mindlessly painting.

My kids gave me back my box of crayons.