The irony of painting trees on paper

Sunday is definitely my favourite day of the week. For some reason I always feel more motivated than usually and I have literally no idea why. I never painted a tree ever in my entire life and today was the kind of day I wanted to try. 

And I didn't fail as hard as I thought I would. Ha-ha. Not even joking. I have this bad habit of thinking I can't do something pretty much all the time I do something. Which isn't a bad thing, but it isn't a good thing either.

Because some days it makes me wanna give up already on something I haven't even started yet. But also, it makes me wanna prove myself that I actually can do it. And if it looks better than I thought it would, it gives me the best feeling ever.

Which happened today. Watercolour is so much harder than you would think. People who also use watercolour know exactly what I mean, but in case you don't.. The name kind of says it all basically.

Water. Water has this thing that it just does what it wants to do. It's not that you can't control it all, because you can. But it takes a hell lot of practice. When I started with watercolour literally everything ended up as a big blot.

I basically just splattered all kinds of pink, purple and orange in the shape of a tree kind of thing. In my head I already saw a cherry tree, but then my mum ruined it with "ew Kim are those blood spatters?"... Uh oh.

But then I added a tree truck. And more purple. More orange. More pink. And this all took me only a little more than an hour to finish. Hooray. So I just did some simple sketches, made a smoothie, cleaned my room. Oh, and a made a really good chicken salad but I left it in my room for one minute because I needed to go to the toilet. Then my dog ate it and I am still sad about it.

Beside that I had a great day and I want weeks with sundays only. Can someone make that happen please?

Love,
Kim.