Feeling uninspired (the kind of uninspired that makes you ache inside & wonder
what is the point in all of this living), I wandered into the art store and found these wooden trays:
I'm so not a crafty person (too many glue-gun burns for my liking), so I wasn't sure what I would do with them, but I brought them home with me anyway.
I pulled out my acrylics, in their ugly green art box. There is something about using them that lifts me up when I am feeling a little down and off.
Maybe because it's because it gives me permission to make a mess. To scrape away stubborn paint from underneath my fingernails. To layer thick blobs of paint onto a surface and not worry about making mistakes or meeting expectations.
I pulled out some old vintage labels too, decoupaged them to 2 of the trays, and triple-sealed them with varnish.
On the 3rd tray, I painted a blue sailboat scene.
I was happy with how they turned out.
Maybe a little bit of blue and "blah" in our lives can lead us into beautiful spaces, if we let them.