I’m in the infantile stages of understanding about art and arty things and how to select art for rooms and how to determine what art is good art and what art is not good art.  Sometimes I just want a damn canvas with some junk on it.  In cases like those, I choose to paint my own super-fancy ”Objets d’Art”.

I wanted something like, bright and flourescent and stripe-y for my office, mostly because I think it will make people think I am cool.  I mean, who has flourescent art?  ONLY SUPER-COOL PEOPLE.  That’s who.

So I moseyed over to Curry’s and selected a mis-mash of colours…

That pink is like NEON pink, and that yellow is like NEON yellow, but my iPhone doesn’t seem to pick up the hyper-super-wicked pigmentation. 

I also wanted something really simple and sharply graphic.  As per my “Watched Trading Spaces from 2001 – 2003″ training, I used some super arty painter’s tape and made some 1.5 inch stripes. 

And just kept on going until all the colours were used up.  I mean… it’s not the most symbolic or creative thing in the world, but it’s all graphic and flourescent-y and spicy!

And it makes my old-school record player look all fancy.  Like there are neon sound waves busting out of the record into the air.  SWOOOOOSSH!  NEON SOUND WAVES!  PEW! PEW!

Perhaps the most interesting part of my painting escapade, however, was when I was stupid enough to leave my tube of flourescent pink paint on the floor.

I went upstairs to take a break and eat dinner, and she plodded up after about 30 minutes and sat on my lap.

  
Notice anything?

Yeaaaah.  She found the tube of paint… chewed on it for a while on the bed… it splatted all over a pair of jeans… and now she has perma-neon whiskers.  It’s been a week and the paint still hasn’t come off.