This past month I've been itching to A) move, so B) I can start painting. Being more of a pencil on paper girl, the idea of splashing paint on a canvas is more than liberating. It's scary. There's no going back with paint. It's all there and with no eraser powerful enough to reverse the damage, just more paint. I'm not trained so you could say I haven't experimented enough to really develop a style yet. Now I just have to cover everything in newspaper paper, including me. The painting above, by Gaia Repossi, is one I would be proud to hang in my place.
Gaia Repossi via Natalie Joo's Tales of Endearment