Self....Here is My Promise...

...I will paint 1 new painting every week. If not, I will personally hold myself responsible (since there's nobody else to point the finger at) and shall hold down my head in shame and not talk to myself again...why i was talking to myself in the first place is besides the point.

...I will put aside all my letter and canvas orders for the greater good of letting my creative juices flow

...I will not worry about whether anything will sell or will be adored

...I will abandon all reasoning behind paintings and use as little brain capacity as possible (this is not hard to do)

...I will stop blogging right this moment so I can sketch out next weeks painting (ps...i might get around to the mermaid I've been wanting to paint for ages now...or not)

Balloons...oh how i hate thee...

Okay...so I get asked all the time why a phobia of balloons...yet I seem to be fascinated and clearly from the image below, obsessed, with bubbles. Picture a 7 year old (with pigtails...because that's how I roll) at a New Years Party in the middle of the dance floor....it's midnight and the curtain of balloon descends down upon the crowd. Said 7 year old (me) gets somehow separated from her family and is attacked and traumatized by 100's (if not 1000's) of balloons bursting all around her. Is it the end of the world as she knows it....clearly not since I'm writing this mundane story of woe.
Now my passion of bubbles? who knows, maybe because they're so dainty, quiet and gentle...leaving a mist of soapy goodness on your skin.
Sketched this on a napkin while I was bored at dinner a few nights ago and while I painted it, I got a little carried away with the bubbles...but can you blame a girl for that? perhaps...but it's my painted world, and I can do what I want in it :P
You'll see a lot more bubbly paintings in the weeks to come I'm sure. pop...pop...pop