I often have a cup of tea when I am creating, particularly when I paint, and this is tricky.
I have definitely put my dirty paint water mug up to my lips before and just barely stopped short of drinking paint water thinking it was tea. So naturally when I saw this today I laughed out loud.
This is an awesome idea but let’s be real this would make zero difference for me. My power of observation is so poor it would still be a crap shoot even with properly labeled mugs. I mean, the paint mug I use is this ugly dark green plastic camping mug, it looks and feels nothing like my tea cups and I have still had a few close calls.
Something else I saw that I totally responded to was this:
This is so a thing it is unreal! haha.
This was my inner dialogue today when I was sitting on my floor cushion piecing together my wreath:
Yeah.. I got something here, this is cool as hell.
Wait.. That’s not quite right. Shit The glue already dried. Shit. Fuck.
What the fuck am I doing? This is crap. Absolute crap. Dammit!
Okay, now wait a second.. If I just.. Okay, okay, that’s better.
Hell yeah man. Not bad girl. You got this.
The creative process is literally just one long sequence of celebration, cursing, self-doubt, and euphoria. It is a confusing awesome roller coaster that I never get sick of riding.