A friend from work invited me to a paint party tonight. We arm ourselves with wine and paintbrushes, and try to relieve ourselves from some of the holiday stress that’s going around.
All I can think of is how much like a puddle of mud mine will look like.
I have a very particular set of skills. I am a good graphic designer (although I do not excel). I have a good eye for design (although it is not the best). And I like to create things, and I’m good at that, too.
When I was in college at the University of Iowa, my second year I switched from majoring in Music Education to Theater. Strictly the backstage stuff. I had done it in high school, and it sounded like it might be easier than what I had previously chosen.
One of the classes was an art class. For one exercise, we were asked to make a grey scale gradient out of squares. Man, mine rocked so hard. It was magnificent, if I do say so myself. The best in the class.
Then we were given a square of a painting. The idea was that everyone paints their little section, and then it all gets put together into one. Easy, right?
My square looked like mud. Ugly mud. I sucked not only at copying a painting square, but mixing colors, especially.
So tonight, as I take off from work to find the paint place and try some paint therapy (with a glass of wine, likely), I drive towards mud. I will update you tomorrow with the actual damage. (And hopefully comparison photos, if everyone lets me.)