Move over Picasso. I have arriiiiived.

We have a wall. We have many in fact, funnily enough. But this one in particular is big. And white. And blank. And it's the first thing I see when I walk in the door. A big, white, blank wall against a sandy coloured couch. Inspiring? No. Boring? Yes. I will not have it. Soooooooo, I had this grand idea that I would dig into the depths of my being (and I had to dig very, very far) and create something big and bold and beautiful to fill that big old bland space.....

My initial idea was to stretch some groovy material over a canvas. Simple really. Canvas, material, staple gun, Bob's your uncle. Can't be too hard, right? So I headed down to what is supposedly the biggest and best art store in Hong Kong to find my materials. I wandered around for about an hour, gazing at all sorts of equipment like I actually had a clue what the hell they were supposed to be used for, picking them up, knowledgeably (ahem) deciding against them, and moving on, occasionally looking up innocently to see if anyone was actually paying attention to this false facade that I was so meticulously constructing. Shock horror, they weren't.

What I ended up with was a few small canvases to practice on, a staple gun, some paints (just in case I felt the need to express my inner Picasso), a paint brush, and.....some envelopes. The only thing left to find was the fabric and funnily enough, Hong Kongers seem to be far more into Hello Kitty than groovy, vintage, French typography. Oh the shame.

Anyway......I had all this equipment sitting in my house sans fabric for a few days and then all of a sudden yesterday, something came over me. Perhaps it was the anniversary of Picasso's death and he was resurrecting through me, I don't know. But I was channelling creativity like you would not believe and it went a little something like this:

I pressed play on 'Ladies and Gentlemen', George Michael's timeless album. "Hey you're just too funky for meeee, I gotta get inside of youuuu....and I'll show you heaven, if you let me". Dear God I love that man. Inspiration central.
I googled "abstract acrylic painting", found a very useful tutorial on plopping and schmooshing paint around to make your very own abstract artwork.
I proceeded to plop and schmoosh to my heart's content.
And eat your heart out Picasso, I found my inner aaaaartist.

Isn't the text on the newspaper under my canvas ironic?

I may have got a little over-excited a painted the top of our chair in the process. Whoops.

And the final product? Well, here she is.

Sure it may look a little like a 4 year old's first attempt at finger-painting, and there may be white bits of canvas poking through (which I don't think are supposed to be there), but it is supposed to be abstract, and therefore look a little weird, right? That was actually the look I was going for. Honest..... Regardless, it was my first experience of paint on canvas for what, 15 years? And I tell you, I LOVED it! So much so, I've decided to attempt a massive canvas to cover the whole of that big, bland wall. That should be interesting......

Now, all that's left to do is to name this masterpiece! I was thinking something along the lines of 'The Prodigy' or 'Will Take Cash'. Hmmm...... I think I may have left all my creativity on the canvas. Could use a little help....

What do you think I should call it? 

And I mean it, I will take cash....