… That’ll be my pasttime while getting better. I’ve been sick lately. Really, really sick. Got very sick very fast, but after a trip to the hospital and strong antibiotics, I’m getting better fast as well. But for the first time in a long time, I’ll take a few days at home to get well, before I trott off to work again. Still feverish and tired and achy.
I’m unbelievably bored and can feel the amateur paint-splatterer (‘artist’ felt too pretencious but a ‘painter’ sounds like someone who paints people’s houses for a living, and I aint that either) starting to stir in me.
My bedroom walls are still bare and the wall above my bed is screaming for a piece. I like to paint directly on my walls. The naked, raw feel of it and should I get tired of what I paint, I can always repaint my walls in white.
Had I not had kids to consider, I’d have found a beautiful, erotic black and white photo and painted on my wall, one like this I posted with this post. But somehow … I’m not sure I’ll go that way with kids in the house.
What do you think, how suggestive can bedroom art go with little ones in the house?