Why I Paint
And what is an acrylic pour anyway?
I don’t know if anyone would ever describe me as a color inside the lines kind of person, but at times, I can be. Painting a room is always a grand adventure I seek before remembering how much I hate taping. Somewhere in the process I find myself drifting into the fantasy that I won’t get paint on the molding (reality check: I get it on the molding, ceiling, and floor).
Growing up, I was surrounded by art. My mother has done amazing works from drawing to painting, woodworking to cake decorating and from stained glass to metal arts. I’d go as far to say she has made gardening and canning an art form. I was taken to museums from the time I could barely remember. Fun fact: I was taken as a small child to see the exhibit of King Tut at the Detroit Institute of Art but all I remember was seeing Rodin’s The Thinker, which is one of my favorite sculptures to this day.
Like my mom, my brother is an artist in the field of exactness and precision. The closest I’ve come to that is photography. To that end, I often see the world through the frame of composition.
I paint abstracts
