Today I went into an art supply store to pick up a gift for a young artist. I haven't been in an art store for years. They smell neat and have so many fun things to look at and imagine. I pulled out some pre-stretched canvases and looked at the paints and brushes. I felt completely lost.
Years and years ago I used to paint. I liked acrylics because one could have any consistency from palette knife oils to watercolors. They mixed well, dried quickly and cleaned up easily.
Now I stand in the aisles overwhelmed by the tubes and the tools and the idea of creating.
