Jungle Mural

I stared at that slate-sage-green-grey wall for about an hour doubting myself and finding reasons why I couldn’t get started. I was thristy. Maybe I should go buy a Diet Coke. I needed something from the truck. Had to go to the bathroom. Where’s my apron? Why did I wear these shoes? Are they going to stand there and watch me the whole time? It’s not to late to run. Before I finally summoned up the courage to draw my design on the wall…in chalk first. Baby steps.

Hmm, that was easy. Now to add paint…

Oh, hey, whaddya know? I remember how to do this. Once I got started, the room came together relatively quickly- 9 hours from start to finish. Of course, I couldn’t have done it without Katie’s (the grandma-to-be) un-wavering support and fits of giggles followed with, “I love it! It’s so cute!” All-in-all, I’d say it was a relatively painless experience…and not a fart cloud in sight!

more pictures of the mural in progress at: www.kodakgallery.com/mandeepaints/main/jungle_mural

First Mural

It seemed like forever waiting for the day to come when I would paint my first mural. I was like a 3 year old waiting for Christmas but this was a Christmas that could be very hard on a person’s ego. What if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew? Can I really do this? I’m no artist. I was able to keep those feelings at bay for a while, that is until I saw this:

It’s a terrible picture of the space but picture taking is proving to be more challenging than painting for me right now. The space is a small room in a basement apartment. Freshly dry-walled, painted a lovely slate-sage (if that color even exists) and staring at me blankly. I’m at the Alamo and it’s high-noon, the moment of truth. God I hope I can do this.