Insomniac Nightmares

I haven’t been writing – with the exception of Monster In the Closet, anyway – but that doesn’t mean I’ve been completely avoiding creative pursuits. I recently picked up painting again. I used to do it as a child, but it’s been thirty years, give or take, since I picked up a brush.

Doing it again hurts like hell – the arthritis is not my friend, and the smell of the paint probably isn’t doing my lungs any favors – but it was still at least somewhat enjoyable, and I think the end result was fairly decent. I think it came out okay, at least.

It feels rather empty, especially in the middle, but I think I like it that way. Or I could be telling myself that because I was too scared to try to do anything in the middle for fear of fucking up what I’d already done, that I was at least somewhat proud of. There will be more, but limited space means I have to wait for this one to completely dry before I can take it off the easel and try something else. Something with a bit more red, methinks. Going to find out what happens if you try to make a sky out of Midnight Black and Alizarin Crimson. I hope it will come out dark purple-ish, but I guess we’ll see.

Anyway, in the meantime, lemme know what you think. Should I keep at it, or am I destined to be a second rate Bob Ross? Let me know down below!