Master painters like Sandro Botticelli and John Waterhouse never fail to draw me in and the works of Wyland are a complete obsession of mine. Artists like these have this special gift where they can take something beautiful in life like a beam of sunlight glowing underwater or the soft, round shape of a beckoning woman and somehow make it seem even more magical, more sacred.
Chances are I'm never going to be as good as the old masters, but I've been really thinking lately about what really, truly makes me happy and painting is one of the main things I thought about. I always thought I'd study whales and just paint on the side, but I really don't fit in with the scientific community, at least those I've met in it. Sorry, but I tend to care more about the well being of the animals then getting my work published.
And labs and things just...aren't me. I think I was the only one in my class who had a problem with experimenting on animals in lab and if they died? Oh well, go get another one! No thank you. Give me a group of kids and a paintbrush and I'm all set, thanks.
So I'm wondering my awesome readers, what is your great passion in life? What is the one thing you love to do above all else?
Also, totally unrelated, my hair grows too slow. And it's frustrating me. I've been growing it out for the past two years and it's just now alllllmost reaching the middle of my back. Juusstt almost there. It started at my shoulders and I trimmed it every couple of months for awhile to cut away old dye and damage, and then just let it grow. And it's sooo slloowwww.
I want it down to my waist because I love how it looks and I'm a stupid romantic. As in, saving having it down for only special occasions with the Mr. and such things. Is that stupid? I always thought it was kinda romantic, but then again do you know how many romance novels I own? Too many. And the last time I counted it was close to 300 and those are only the ones I could find at the time.
My kids are going to get awesome bed time stories, hahaha.
Sad, isn't it?