As you can see.....paint is a bit of a problem in Squiggeeland....on the right is a picture of the current drawing table light....one in a succession of lights over the years that starts out in pristine condition , and over time becomes an abstract painting....now this light hoovers above the painted canvas...so how on earth does the paint get on the light, you say....well .....I have the nasty habit of holding a paint brush in my mouth...when I am in need of a third hand......It is an unconscious act that I have done from day one...I never remember even touching a light with my brush...but as you can see...oops...I should have taken pictures of old lights that have died over the years ...this is maybe light #7 or #8......and you can usually judge as to how old the lamp is by the amount of paint..........................................now for the other photo...a Jackson Pollock painting?...no.............it is a section of my painting apron, that I have to replace at least twice a year, because the apron becomes so heavy with paint and a stiff crust forms over time...being acyclic...it has a rubbery texture...yuck...rubbery crust.......I have always wiped my brush on my apron bib...... I can't paint without an apron, because I will wipe my brush on my shirt..... apron or not...... an unconscious act......I have seen the puzzled look ,of a new postman, when I have answered the door wearing my apron...they have an alarmed look...thinking.... "what a messy cook !...what is she cooking ?....boy am I glad she isn't cooking for me !"....they are always so relieved when I tell them it is paint.......
of course all my clothes , drawing table, chair, my painting cart, phone, DVD control, scissors handle...rulers , drafting tools ,stapler, pencils , markers... everything and anything that comes in contact with me ...brandishing my loaded paint brush...is fair game !!! even the dogs have on occasion sported paint...
I laugh when I see those painting classes on PBS, the artist , in his very tidy studio and all equipment shiny , nothing has a trace of paint ....my studio reminds me of the inner city, covered in graffiti...so beware...enter at you own risk......

of course all my clothes , drawing table, chair, my painting cart, phone, DVD control, scissors handle...rulers , drafting tools ,stapler, pencils , markers... everything and anything that comes in contact with me ...brandishing my loaded paint brush...is fair game !!! even the dogs have on occasion sported paint...
I laugh when I see those painting classes on PBS, the artist , in his very tidy studio and all equipment shiny , nothing has a trace of paint ....my studio reminds me of the inner city, covered in graffiti...so beware...enter at you own risk......

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LOL my story as well! I swear the paint jumps up off the palette and onto me or anything else that is near it. I had a white, long haired cat one time that got onto my table and rolled around in the red paint - I washed her frantically and quickly, but that only spread the color. She remained pink for quite a while. The neighbors didn't bother to ask questions.
LOL! This is hilarious! My mom is an oil painter and I can remember all of this! I tried to post a comment on your stocking on the other blog--it won't let me, but it is timeless!
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