I’m not going to lie here… I love the way it turned out. I LOVE dinosaurs. I love them as decor for a little boy’s room… or my room even! Okay, not my room. But I really do love them. I think I more love what they represent to me than the dinos themselves, though. My little brother LOVES dinosaurs. Like LOVES LOVES LOVES dinosaurs. My little brother is also 25 years old. Not so little anymore. But he’s always been drawn to them, and his most recent tattoo is of a triceratops. It’s pretty awesome. My sister and I (and really our whole family) have always gotten him dinosaur stuff for birthday and Christmas presents. He’s a gadget guy, so he’s got trinkets and toys all over the place. The dinosaurs are sentimental to us. I’m sure he’s tired of all the toys, but I think he thinks they’re special, too.
I must admit that I tried desperately to help my little boy fall in love with dinosaurs, too. It didn’t work. He can tell you that a dinosaur says “RAWR!!” but that’s about all the interest he has in them. He loves trucks. Or rather ‘gucks’. He’s fascinated by them, and my next series will probably be trucks. But today I felt like painting some dinosaurs.
I LOVE that I’m painting again. (And if you haven’t noticed, tonight I also love ALL CAPS!) I want to level with my readers: I’ve struggled with my mental health for the better part of the last decade. I don’t want to divulge too many details here for the whole wide world to see, but I also don’t want to keep silent when I could maybe help even one person. Last week I visited my physician and he listened to me. I know that sounds weird, but it’s the truth. So many doctors whip out their prescription pad and say “here’s a script for Prozac… see you in 6 months.” I know because I’ve been there. Not this time. My doc listened, we talked about some options, and I got a new script for a better medicine that we anticipated would help me feel better.
And you know what? I do.
I feel fan-freaking-tastic!!
So… why are we talking about this when we were talking about painting and dinosaurs? Because it’s pertinent. Part of what was “wrong” with me had to do with focus. And follow through. I have a tendency to start something (or twelve somethings) and then move on before I’m even half finished. Needless to say, my craft room is full of half finished projects. That gives me an insane amount of anxiety, but thinking about tackling those projects gives me even more anxiety. But this week has been different. Two days ago I decided I wanted to paint something. SO I DID. And I painted another something in the same day. And then I got their photos taken and edited, and I posted them in my etsy shop [here]. In the past, IF I had finished that amount of work, it would have taken me months. It took me less than 12 hours this time. So today (only two days later), I painted FOUR paintings, took their photos, and got them up on Etsy again. The feeling of accomplishment is incredible. I am so happy to be feeling like myself again. SO HAPPY.
I’ll leave you with the close-ups of my newest babies. Now to find them a new home… with a little boy that loves dinosaurs better than gucks. :)