Fine. Here it is. My. First. Painting. I got enough requests from you fine people, and really, truly, I have no shame, so there you go.
Let me just start by saying... I have no idea what I’m doing. I just slapped some paint up there. I made it up as I went along. I had no plan. No guide.
You might even notice that I didn’t sign it. Couldn’t bring myself to do it. Because signing it means I have to admit forever that I made that. And I’m just not sure I can do that.
Am I satisfied with this first attempt at glory? Nope. Is this headed for the garbage? Probably. The most important thing is, however, that I really enjoyed the actual act of painting. It was fun. It doesn’t even really bother me that I don’t like the result, because I enjoyed painting.
I will say I went to bed that night slightly disappointed with my painting. When I woke up, however, I was greeted to my oldest son who said, “Mama, there’s a painting on my desk!”. I acknowledged the painting and told Haven that I painted it after he went to bed the previous night. And with surprise and awe in his voice, he immediately replied, “Wow, Mama... you are an artist! That looks JUST like a Bob Ross painting!”
What more can I ask for, really?