Painting

You know, the last time I tried to give plants as a gift, I think that they died less than a week after Christmas. Though this time they've survived three weeks out of my hands, before giving them away. I spent the Tuesday evening before I left to the US for Christmas painting. It's so relaxing, the stroke of the paintbrush and watching something ordinary transform into something more interesting.

During my last day of work before break, I went downtown to buy the paints and paint brushes at an art store downtown that Rosa told me about. The streets were decorated for Christmas, which I admired while peering into shop windows. The arts shop was a serious art shop...not kids paints or department store selection. I guess that's why the clerk didn't smile. Perhaps artists don't like clerks to smile. You know, the stereotypical starving artist that is preoccupied and wouldn't notice. Or the quality is so good there and the shop so famous that artists will go there even if the young shopkeeper is half dead. I must say that the man in the gallery connected with the art supply store was quite friendly, smiled, and gave good directions to their other location.