Confessions Of A Procrastinating Emotional Painter

     Somewhere between last week and today I began painting again. I had a proposal placed upon me at work a few weeks ago to paint a Rib-cage onto two mannequins for a window display. This seemed an easy task when I was first told. But it wasn't till last week that the pressure began to cave in on me. I had to start working on those mannequins! And soon. So I did what I do best, work under pressure(little sleep). 

   I rose to the task. I felt like a student again. Anxiously awaiting the finishing line of my most recent project at hand. Unlike so many times I had felt a different kind of pressure. It was not a pressure of anxiety or stress. More like a release of pressure that had been building up inside of me. The procrastinator in me was releasing the stress that had been waiting to just come out. With each stroke of the brush I felt like a layer was peeling off. 

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     After 4 hours of painting in the heat I was left with two stunning mannequins. I would name them the Mannequin Graveyard on my Instagram. Proudly showing them off to anyone who would look, let alone LIKE them. Isn't it thrilling to have complete strangers liking your life in pictures! Social networking boggles my mind sometimes, amazing. 

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          Over the next few days I was still rolling off that high whether it was from the paint or the likes on Instagram... I was inspired and I needed to do something about it fast. 

     On a whim I entered Michael's A.K.A. the craft Haven to look for some essentials for my newly re-discovered CRAFT! To my delight I was lingering up and down the aisles looking at an array of canvas styles and sizes along with paint and brushes galore. What to do, what to do.

     My younger broke college student self would say ah F#$@! it and just leave empty handed. I chose to go with my instinct. Being the weirdo that I'am, I left my new paint friends in the car for a few days, this is a strange habit I have. I needed to sit on it, what it was I wanted to paint exactly. So after a day of letting my mind wander, (and my paint melt in the car). I decided It was time! 

     As you can see from the photo from above, I was able to paint something...with my own two hands plus a paint brush or two and my imagination. I originally had something else that I wanted to paint, but somehow ended up with this masterpiece! Isn't it funny how things happen? Its like the saying "Life is what happens when you're planning it"...or however it goes. Same thing goes for my paintings I guess. 

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