I am a huge fan of painting your own pottery. My mom used to do it a lot when I was really little and I'd go with her and watch. Sometimes she'd let me paint a little bit. During that time though you had to sand down your pottery piece so that it was smooth before you could paint it. There was this one piece I really really wanted to make. It was a kitty curled up or something. So she bought it and let me try my hand at it.
|That kid is about to fuck something up.|
A few years ago in my town The Accidental Artist opened up. It's a paint your own pottery place too. Since it had been so long since my melt down I decided to gather up some friends to go. An addiction was born. I was going every Friday night, every other at the very least. My friends got tired of it. I kept going. Then, something happened. I stopped going. I just couldn't afford my habit anymore. I found my self curled up quivering outside the stores doorway begging to help people paint their mugs, vases, picture frames. Just...one...brush stroke...please! (Not really, but I wanted to)
Tonight...it begins again. I am going to paint some pottery for the first time in over a year and a half. Since June 27th, 2010. That's right. I know the exact. fucking. date. This place ain't gonna know what hit it tonight. I'm going in there and I am going to paint!!!