Confessions of a Tiny Brush Connoisseur
Do you ever find yourself rooted firmly in one group yet entranced by what exists in the other? Well I find myself in that conundrum every time I wander through the paintbrush section of an art store. I always look for the tiniest watercolour brushes the store sells as those are what I need for my own work. They usually have about 4 hairs in the brush and a point like a pin. Those brushes are usually at the front. But as I look up and over all the other, bigger brushes my eye gets caught by the massive Goliath brushes in the back row, these brushes are my Achilles’ heel of any art supplies store.
Certain items have a power which can overtake you and possess you with mad desires. These items are dangerous to the unsuspecting or weak when confronted with their temptation. To define one of these such items one must successfully identify that one has absolutely no need for such an object in their life but an overwhelming sense of attraction and want for such an object. When accosted with such objects there is a feeling of naughtiness brought up within. A glint grows from the corner of your eye. You know you shouldn’t be weak in the moment however you desperately want to be.
This is what happens to me when I set my eyes on the oversized-humongous paint brushes at art supplies stores. And the bigger the better. I feel rebellious holding them, imagining my life with these huge brushes. I would probably just hold them to look impressive and like I knew what I was doing. You know big brushes mean serious stuff!
In the end I usually just wield the massive brushes for a few moments and so a few strokes in the air before returning them to their places and turn my attention back onto the minute brushes I actually need.
My best explanation to this phenomenon that keep happening to me with the big brushes is that they are the antithesis of what I actually use. I cannot fathom what could be painted with them.
What is your Achilles’ heel?
Large and tiny brush enthusiast,
L.C. Cariou