[dropcap]A[/dropcap]ll of the clothes in our house are paint clothes. Not that they have paint on them yet, but they likely one day will.
It started out with my “paint pants”.
Anytime I’d want to get crafty, I’d put on my Dickies scrub pants and a white ribbed tank undershirt and I’d work, free to get my clothes all painty. I do much better work when I have the freedom to wear my art. Starting with an outfit already covered in paint, I am free to wipe my hands/my tools/and sometimes even my art, on my clothes.
For a time, I managed to get myself into my paint pants before I touched any messy art supplies.
However, this level of care and caution did not last long, and when caution fell to the wind, it wasn’t just my clothing affected. Soon, Chris found himself too close to me in the studio, and that is the story of how gesso came to be on his favorite shirt. We shared a laugh and decided all clothes that came in the studio were potential paint clothes.
When we moved, there was no longer space for a separate studio, and the art surfaces and supplies moved into the living room. The TV was assigned to the back corner of the house, and art took center stage in our home (that has been really cool), so now all clothes in the house are potential paint clothes. Not only that, but it’s highly likely, almost inevitable, that if a piece of clothing is with us long enough, it will get paint on it. (I’m hoping to save my beautiful woven wrap from this fate, but I’ve been known to “just work on this one little piece” while wearing the wee one.)
Over the years I’ve grown less and less concerned with keeping clean and more and more concerned with joyously living this life.
I’ll take the messy if what I get in return is a life lived creatively. I say… slip into a comfortable pair of pants, turn on your favorite Spotify playlist, burn some incense and get crafty.
Follow your muse wherever it may lead you… unhindered by fears of paint stains.