WET PAINT studio

A perfect name for my sometimes art studio. I can’t seem to paint (or draw for that matter) without liberally distributing pigment every where. Days later I’ll find it on the fridge (hey, I get thirsty), the light switches, the carpet, my underwear (nature calls), and even my hair. And yes I do wash it, but acrylics can be tenacious.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending if you’re a stainable fabric in my house, I’ve been focused on my writing and I haven’t created anything new. But those brushes and pens are singing siren songs; luring me away from this fractious machine; and dooming my nails to be perpetually stained blue.