I’m a songwriter. The plan wasn’t to start painting. But in March of 2020 I started watching Bob Ross in the afternoons with my kids during lockdown. The more I watched the more I couldn’t stop watching.
In a way, painting and songwriting are very similar. They’re both saying one thing using a confined space. Tone, contrast, warm and cool colors. Inviting people into a story.
They just do it differently. Songwriting uses the voice and instruments. Painting uses brushes and, well, paint.
I started to get an urge to try. I thought to myself, I can do this! Plus, Bob Ross was so encouraging. It was like he was speaking directly to me in every episode.
First, I bought some paint and a couple brushes. Second, I taped down a sheet of paper to the dining room table. Third, I completely sucked. My “painting” looked like Bob Ross blindfolded himself and held the brush with his toes.
I should have stopped there, but I couldn’t. Something in me had to learn more. I got addicted to YouTube videos and books on painting. I bought all types of brushes and paper. I kept practicing. I was getting better.
But then the doubts started flooding in. What am I doing? I can’t write songs AND paint. This is a phase I need to get over because there’s not enough hours in the day.
Rather than quitting, I just woke up earlier. I painted before taking the kids to school. Before I worked on any songs.
Almost two years have passed.
Spoiler alert: I haven’t won any awards. I’m definitely not the next big thing. Truth is, I’m usually disappointed after finishing a painting. Many make me cringe and want to curl up in the fetal position forever.
But some don’t. Some even make me happy. I’ve decided to start sharing those.
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P.S. Here’s my latest one:
(“Old Tree in the Park” 9×12 on watercolor paper)