Reminds me of my youth when I tried to mimic my older sister- so good with artistic ventures. I loved to paint. Acrylic in particular, because that is what art class always used. I painted something in high school that still hangs on my wall. It's a Holstein cow on a beach. It was on the topic of juxtaposition. The challenge was to create something that put two things together that didn't seem like they belonged. I still love that. And I love that it reminds me the meaning of juxtaposition. So painting was a creative venture that I truly enjoyed. I even painted in college. My classes were much more critical then. I painted a book to honor my brother, who died when I was 13. He was “chasin' the horizon.” so the paintings follow that idea. I don't know where that book is now. I hope I find it again someday. Then there is big boring room painting that has been my only painting adventures in ages. Approximately 15 years. Then there is kids. My kids would LOVE to paint more, and I would love to allow that, but the mess.... oh the mess.... something changed in me over the past 6 years and I have found it difficult to let down my hair and play. I love to play. But I also feel the pressure to keep things neat and tidy. Where does that pressure come from, if not from myself?