I don't know why I thought it would be different this time.
I thought it would be feasible for me to paint a branch on my living room wall(my front room). I really did. I somehow convinced myself that it would be easy enough.
And at first things seemed to go ok.
I found an image of a branch and printed it onto a transparency sheet. I borrowed a projector.
Here is the image projected onto the wall, above my couch.
And here I am, tracing the branch with my favorite mechanical pencil. I was so happy and optimistic.
And then comes the paint.
I bought some paint brushes and acrylic paint at Michaels. I thought I was going to outsmart the paint. I was just going to buy a tube of paint, that was the perfect color and be done with it.
I bought some burnt sienna.
And a lighter shade of sienna. Just in case.
Right there I should have had my brain checked. Mixing paints=nightmare.
But the first nightmare was the cheapo brushes I bought. They mercilessly dragged the paint across the walls in clumps and lines.
DON'T SKIMP ON BRUSHES. I knew this. So I am not sure why I bought them. Thankfully, I was able to return them tonight and buy better brushes.
Back at the home front, I mixed the two acrylic paints.
Bad news. Wrong color. Too brown. And still too gloppy.
Doesn't that look just ghastly?????
I went to the garage and found some regular orange wall paint.
The color was still off. It didn't have enough red. Looks too desert-like and makes me thirsty.
But the good news? It went on smoothly.
Unfortunately Home Depot is closed for the night. I really wanted to cry. I have to wait till tomorrow to buy the proper color. I will just color match to something I already have that I think is the right color.
We shall see if this project ends in disaster or success. The suspense is killing me. Sometimes doing things yourself is NOT better.
So here I am, blogging instead of painting. I'll let you know if this whole project pans out.