That's Right Bitches, I Can PAINT

Just when you all thought I had run out of talents to showcase. Yeah, bitches, be jealous. I can paint. 

As usual, I feel like I should give you all a little back story:

There is a real cute little studio near my house in a pretty hip part of Lo-Do. For all of you "cultured non-phonies" out there, I highly recommend you spend some time in Lo-Do, because that is where the real shit happens. I digress. This little studio happens to be called: "Sipping and Painting". 

And what, you must be asking, is sipping and painting? Well friends, sipping and painting is what all the "cultured non-phonies" are doing now-a-days. There is an instructor and a set painting for the evening, although you are of course free to paint what and how you wish. For the evening you are also given a drink token, so that those over the age of 21 can indulge in the finer spirits, while younger folk like myself can partake in the virgin drinks, such as Coke. 

Now on the the story part of my back story: My mom had signed up for a class one night, simply as a fun thing to do. Before she left, and I had inquired as to her whereabouts for the evening, she suggested that I come with her. And having nothing better to do, I agreed, thinking that it would be a lovely "mother-daughter bonding experience". 

The evening's painting was called "Three Bottles", and as you can see, I did stick with the theme. HOWEVER. It is very important to note that the original color scheme was especially hideous, so I changed mine to be more earthy, "wine-y" colors. I also took the liberty of creating the very unique background you see. In the beginning, I was fairly apprehensive, because I had the notion that I was not a good artist, nor was I a good painter. But as the paint filled the canvas, the strokes came more easily, and I fell into an easy rhythm, and was off to the races. 

There was a group of young women sitting behind us who were particularly impressed with my work and my mom's work. As they were talking incredibly loud, I happened to glean that they were all accountants, which was their excuse for why their painting were not very good. But, that was also how I heard them talk about my work. I believe it went something like: "Wow, look at that girl's behind us!" "Wow, we're getting shown up by a teenager." "It looks like a kindergarten painted this." "That's because you're an accountant, dear." "Have more wine," 

So here is the progression, start to finish. I think it turned out very well, considering the fact that almost every other painting of mine has been crap. Perhaps it was the competitive juices flowing out of me, inspired by painting in front of others, especially young, blonde accountants who I felt were below me. (That's bitchy.) Whatever the reason, I hope you enjoy the end result.