The Light in the Corner, Cobwebs of My Mind and Pastel Vomit

By accident or by direct manipulation of the YouTube algorithm, I stumbled upon an artist by the name of Titus Meeuws. I knew and still do not know anything of him other than he is an Impressionist painter somewhere in Europe maybe, and he has some kind of power to capture sunlight with paint in a way I have never before seen! 

Like this: 

From this video

There is absolutely nothing about this painting that I do not love, but the sunlight in the corner is just mesmerizing to my soul. 

If you peruse his Instagram, there is even more proof of his mastery of light and shadow. 

I am neither an art expert, nor art critic, nor art historian, nor anything art related. I just know when some piece of it, the art, hits my soul. 

I think seeing this last week struck a nerve in me that my own paltry designs need to be reconsidered. I need to get to know ME a bit more. I'd like to think that what I've done so far is just more of a discovery phase than anything else. 

What I now know is that the pastel world is not a world I am comfortable in. I've tried floral designs, muted pastel heart designs, and even baby designs, and I am just not feeling it. At. All. 

I can't even bear the natural tones ... We are trying to decide on a neutral color to paint throughout the interior, and all of them make me cringe. Neutral colors signify the sound and fury of absolutely nothing in my brain. I need color to function. Vivid colors to be precise. Not so much that I get a color headache like the one time we watched Once Upon a Time in Mexico ... 

But COLOR. I don't need to live in a catalog and have everything tastefully coordinated throughout the entire living space. I just don't. Life calls for more interest when you walk from room to room. 

Let's take a brief interlude to announce that we are fully and completely ready for Halloween festivities: 

That's not white string. That is one very long, very sturdy strand of web... 

Which brings me to ... WHAT in the HOLY HELL was I THINKING? 

I've put a lot of thought into my preferences, especially color wise, as of late. Reviewing some designs I did earlier this year, and I have come to the conclusion that I am not a person of muted style or taste when it comes to patterns. 

I really do not know what I was thinking, honestly. I guess I just had to get it out of my system. 

This shit has GOT TO GO: 

I just can't ... I can't do this any more. It's so beyond NOT me. I wouldn't wear it. I wouldn't put it on my walls (any of it), I wouldn't want it on my mousepads, or my anything. In defense of the purple, I was seeing wrapping paper only, but upon further introspection, it's HIDYOUS!!! Ew. I lost my damned mind for a minute. 

I am not one to pay much attention to trends, but a few of these are highly reminiscent of 1980's home decor and I am SO mad at that. 

Before you think I'm beating myself up, I am not. This is how I truly feel about these designs, and I don't think it would matter WHO made them. 

THIS is how we learn about ourselves. THIS is how we learn to trust our gut reactions. None of these felt overwhelmingly awe-inspiring when I put them together. I guess I was just so tickled that I learned how to make digital seamless patterns that I just could not be stopped. 

As if to remind me of my color addiction, and things not so neat, orderly, or precise, my beloved took the time to think of me, and got me this: 

Is he my favorite artist ever? No. I don't know that I have one go-to favorite. I just know what things hit me in the feels, take my breath away, and make me want to see more. He is one such person who created many such things that have done just that. He is a reminder to embrace the colors, and not run away from them. 

I'm also veering away from ignoring my urge to draw. I don't want to use other people's stuff and throw it all together. If I make something I want it to have come from my mind and my hands. 

I don't know what I will do. I know what I've been drawn to (pun fully intended) in the past - ink, black ink, heavy colored pencil, acrylics v. watercolor, etc. Do I know where I will venture off to next? No. That's part of the joy. Learning. 

I am already learning something new just by watching Mr. Meeuws. 

I mean, just LOOK at the lighting. LOOK at it! 

That's all I have for now. Just me and my braincell wandering off in search of what brings me that kind of light!