Ha! Did both. Gave the bathroom the first coat then had me a bit of Ms Streep and bad boy Alex Baldwin in It's Complicated. That house, that garden, that shop...mmmm.
I find when I paint my mind tends to zero in on stuff I wish it wouldn't. Memories as clear as yesterday but also muddy and sometimes disturbing. Maybe it's the putting on of something fresh and clean that dredges up the dirt. A long time ago I drew a line in the sand about some aspects of my life, for my own sanity no-one elses. It's built walls with some in my family but those walls protect me. I don't trust them coming down, i won't let them come down. I've painted my own colours on those walls and they're okay. Not perfect but okay.