Damn rocks!!

I must learn to stay away from Charles Daley Park. Why? Because there are far too many flat rocks on the beach and I can’t stop picking them to use as canvases for the incredibly fantastic cave-like rock art paintings I have been doing.

What started out some time ago as a few serious folk art pieces has turned into the regression of my artistic talents, if indeed I had any to begin with. My works are looking like they should be displayed in the halls of an elementary school, preferably outside a room full of grade twos or threes.

I just can’t stop painting. Two maybe three a day. Last night, with the TV being what it isn’t at this time of year, I sketched four unbelievably naïve drawings on beach rocks I had dragged home in the afternoon and painted two of them. This morning I painted another one. I have not painted any this afternoon because the right brain (what is left of it) required some R&R. I will probably paint another one or two tonight unless, of course, Spot decides to wake up and squeak his toy at me for attention.

Some people I know, well, one person I know makes bracelets, earrings and necklaces out of beads and makes money on them. I paint rocks and they pile up in the back room. I did get rid of three or four the other day but I find myself with five of them sitting atop the scanner. I’m sure they will multiply over night.

Has anybody priced oil or acrylic paint lately? I mean the good stuff in the tubes. Cripes, you have to pay anywhere from six to nine bucks for a tube. I have discovered cheap acrylic craft paint at the Dollarama – $1.25. Probably made in China by child labour. Or out of children. They do have a surplus of them there. When I go back to painting on my expensive canvases (slabs of wood) I will melt down my VISA rebuilding my acrylic stock pile.

I feel the urge to paint! I see a strange looking, skinny dog coming soon on a rock.