I cannot decide which idiom to use for today’s prompt blow. Am I blowing my own horn/trumpet? Or is it acceptable that I find myself being blown away by my own painting?
This was my last painting before I left Singapore for Shanghai. It was not at all complete, as I was getting way too frustrated with the tone of the snow on the ground. That was a good twelve years ago. Some few years ago, my sis could not bear it and she painted over some of it (I gave her permission since this was pretty much a discarded painting in my opinion then).
Last night, I was chatting with a friend about me not bearing to put up certain paintings for sale, and I offered her this one instead. It so happened I was having dinner at my sis’ and hence I asked for it back and brought it home! Yay. It got very tempting and I spent this morning touching it up … which turned out to be more like painting it over.
Oh my. I love painting. I really really really love painting. How did I forget how it feels like to be putting colour on paper and watching colours turn into form … ?
Now, the next headache. Someone else is asking for this painting … SOOOOOoooo. Maybe I am really still meant to put up my two favourite paintings for sale instead of keeping them cling wrapped in storage.
Let me sleep on this thought a night longer.