The Nag

Moving to a new apartment was exciting. Decorating the apartment was even more exciting. Today I spent most of my morning putting up my curtains, putting out vases and candles, and hanging my artwork.

When people see that I have my artwork hanging on my walls, they will often comment on how it must be really convenient that I don't have to buy artwork, but I can just paint what I want for a specific space. But you know what? It's not extremely convenient. Allow me to explain.

Today once I had hung the last painting, I plopped down on my couch to take a break. I looked around at all of the work I had done, and then my eyes landed on the two paintings hanging side by side that I had just put up. For some reason, I will always look at those paintings as unfinished. As I study them I consider taking them off of the wall to change things. Perhaps this area needs more red? Maybe this spot could stand to be darker? Did I work this area enough?

So now my paintings serve as a constant nag in my living room, which is a room with the sole purpose of relaxation, in my opinion. What if I did take the paintings down and work on them? Would the nagging go away? Maybe, but probably not.

Maybe I'm missing the whole point. I enjoyed creating those paintings. And I still enjoy them. And now my apartment has a personalized touch. And even though the paintings drive me crazy, I think it's a good sign that I am still actively evaluating what I've created. I think my next paintings will be even better...and maybe I'll hang them up in place of the current paintings. And then I will sell my old paintings to you!

And, on a completely different note, I want to apologize for my lack of writing skills. Maybe it drives you crazy how often I use "and" or "maybe" at the beginning of a sentence. And you don't like that style of writing (I guess it's not really a style...just lack thereof). Maybe you wouldn't like listening to me speak either. Because that's how I speak, too.