I got my new art supplies in this week and now have no excuse not to get cracking. My favorite easel lost a piece in the move 4 years ago and I have not been able to use it and I just do not like the french easel I have. Even the easels at school had a tray like for the bottom of your painting to rest on. This easel does not. I could not stand that tray. Don't ask me why but it bugged me that I got paint all over the tray, or you had to move the painting around. Any way I now have the one I want.
I also have been wanting a tube of Indian yellow so I finally got it.
Can anyone explain how one can be a messy housekeeper and so anal about ones paints?
I love looking at all the beautiful colors of paint and seem to get hypnotized by them and can't move. I don't want to mess them up. Is that weird or what. When I was a kid and I got this beautiful box of 72 different crayons I guarded that box like it was fort Knox. I did not want any one to use it they might break heaven forbid a crayon. They could use my other stuff but not my art supplies. I guess I was afraid I would not get anymore. Any way.... back to the painting
