485 Most Dangerous Game.


I really like painting clouds.  When I say painting I, of course, mean constructing them in Photoshop.  In reality I hate painting.  Much the same way that I hate paper, ink, and pencils.  I hate them in a way that a person hates something they want, desperately, to be good with. 

Where was I?  Right.  Clouds.  I like creating them.  Mostly I like making them out of circles of varying colors.  I like circles.  I like round things in general.  Carol should be proof enough of that.  That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy other shapes.  It just so happens that circles make good clouds and, as previously stated, I like making them. 

Somebody told me that the word for the style I use for making clouds is impressionistic.  I don’t know if that’s true or not.  I’ve long forgotten most everything I learned in art history. In fact you could cut short and say I didn’t learn anything in art history.  I didn’t learn how to make clouds there.  No, I learned that from Bob Ross on PBS.  Not that I use his method, but I adapted the principles he demonstrated to my hand.  A few hours of television has been more useful to me than years spent in art classrooms.  That’s very sad.  Especially since the instructors characterized what he was doing as trash.  Yet he managed to make me understand things that they couldn’t. 

Happy.  Little.  Clouds.