Sarah’s thought for the day: any attempt at proactiveness usually ends in disaster. Correction: any of Sarah’s attempts at proactiveness always end in disaster/fits of rage.
Case-in-point. I decided last week to set up an easel in the store so I could paint while I was here. And in a moment of nauseatingly peppy advanced planning, I primed a bunch of 6×6 canvases at home which I would then transport (wet) to the store for painting. Bad bad idea. I stumbled out of the door yesterday on my way to the shop, five canvases laid out on a box cover in one hand, a stack of books under that arm, swim bag over the one shoulder and the other hand tentatively gripping both my lunch and scooter helmet. ‘What chump needs to make two trips to the vehicle,’ I arrogantly chortled to myself, way too pleased with my elegant Cirque de Soleil-esque balancing technique.
So yeah, obviously I trip. All five canvases fly magnificently through the air, and land, of course, paint side down on the driveway. The neighbours then saw five white projectiles being launched (with curses) over the garage roof.
Brilliant. I spent yesterday picking dirt out of wet paint. I thought momentarily that I might leave the dirt on the canvas – texture and all that – but decided that was a dumb (and slightly too lazy) idea. Moral of the story/what I learned from this experience: karma hates my guts.
I totally would have left the dirt on. Then again, I was the girl who snuck down to the pottery studio to swipe jars of runny clay to smear on backgrounds.