I paint with acrylics on canvas, they are fast drying. Many people paint on paper. Others on wood panels. I don’t know what got me started. I look at something creative and say, “I can do that.” I buy the supplies and go at it. No training, just instinct. My paintings aren’t very good compared to so many artists I know, but I have fun messing around. Except lately the fun has walked out the door and I’m left with only the work, and that’s not cutting it for me.
“It happens to all of us,” another says.
“Hang in there, it comes back,” a third says.
“It isn’t happening for me,” I say.
“You lack patience,” Alf says.
“You want instant gratification,” my son, the artist says.
“You darn right,” I say.
“What if you were an architect, you want the whole building to go up overnight?” Alf says.
“That would be nice,” I say.