I may, after a ten-year break, pick up the brush and start painting again.
Many years ago, as I was turning 30, I realized how much I enjoyed painting, standing in front of the easel, holding my wine in my left hand, laying down strokes of the brush with the other, while "Venus in Furs" played on my CD player. Not that what I painted was any good, but it was fun and therapeutic.
Now I am on the verge of 40...and another life change. So I might go into the attic, find the easel...or get a new easel...lay down an old sheet on the floor and go to town with acrylics and brush again. Perhaps with it will help fight off the melancholia...perhaps the melancholia will inspire.
Perhaps I'll find myself a nice young muse to sit in my armchair, naked with book and eyeglasses while I paint either the book or the glasses; I would not want to do injustice to her body or any woman's for that matter, so I'll avoid nudes for a while...as far as painting is concerned.
At least I haven't lost my sense of humor...yet.
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You certainly paint a lovely image in this vignette ... I would love to see you with your wine, the young woman with the glasses (hot! I love girls in glasses) and "Venus in Furs" as the soundtrack. Pick up the brush! And the nude girls! Sounds all so Southern Gothic and kinky-gentile. A well-rendered portrait indeed!
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