still painting.

This weekend has been one of those weekends, where I wished I could just hide from everyone and everything.  Not in some depressing, dark morbid emo like mood where I just pathetically curl up in a ball and cry about my frustrations. More like I just want a break from everything and need a breath of fresh air...and a punching bag.


Apparently my good old mother could sense I was frustrated with the world (mothers intuition really does exist), so graciously she picked me up Friday night and  gave me some serious retail therapy at the beautiful City Creek, and let me vent to her as I drank my freshly squeezed lemon aid. I swear mothers ALWAYS knows best. This was the first Friday night we spent together in a while, and it made realize how lucky I am to have a mother like her. So come this Mothers day this woman is most defiantly going to get spoiled.


Then come Saturday, and Sunday I felt content but not completely relaxed. Then I remembered Wednesday afternoon, when I was wondering by my self down town and ran into a little itty bitty oh so fascinating art museum and how happy and complete the paintings made me feel. Then I realized how art in general just makes me feel whole and at peace....and that's EXACTLY what I needed. I needed to stop neglecting my paint brushes and get painting. So with the energy I was going to use to slap my self in the face for being so stupid, I unpacked all of my art supplies. It was heaven in a box.


So that's what I did all Sunday afternoon. I painted. Oh happy joy.
& right now as I'm busy blogging, I'm still painting.


Oh and if anyone has a punching bag ... feel free to hook a sister up.

"Painting is just another way of keeping a diary."
-Pablo Picasso