Me and My Bart
Who is Bart, you may wonder. Bart is not a who, it is a what. It is what I call my new hobby. I am making bad art; Bart, for short. Not even sure if I would call it art any more than I would call finger painting art. I merely play with paint and paintbrushes. I love experimenting with paint, mixing new colors; it's quite like magic. I paint and then study the canvas. I keep the colors I like and I paint over the ones I don't like.
I love love love it. I find it meditative and a lovely way to spend time and manage my anxiety! It reminds me of my grandmother, of blessed memory.
I remember that when I was little and she would visit us from Mexico for the summer, she would often bring us jewelry boxes she had painted in 'la residencia'; a resort-like community she had moved in to not long after my grandfather passed away. Her home was too big and pointless for her to maintain so she sold the house and dismissed her 'staff'.
She moved into a lovely place for ladies of her station who had raised their families and lost their husbands.
And so, here I am, not yet a grandmother but painting like an old woman with the luxury of time to find a new hobby. My favorite piece of Bart so far, is the orange and hot pink piece; it makes me unspeakably happy to look at it. I wish I could paint it all over again. Hmmm, perhaps I will make an entire series of Lifesavers colored paintings!


































