Random thoughts of a random person on: Painting

You can paint so many things on so many different things with so many more random other things.  Painting a wall green then putting a painting of a waterfall on said green wall counts as an act of art rather than 2 random separate acts of art.  Well that is what my sister said at least.  She is a amateur painter but she gets paid so she must know something. She mostly paints on canvas but she's done other things.

We moved to the house we live in now about 5 years ago and the people that lived here before us had 4 girls and  a boy.  I tell you this so you don't die of shock when i tell you that my entire room floor to ceiling was bubble gum pink...with cute little floral wallpaper used as a border around the middle of the wall. After about a year of living in this torture chamber specifically designed for me. I probably took too much pleasure scraping it off for about 8 hours after my parents announced that we could paint it. They only decided that because she needed to do a final project for her painting class. I  had told my sister what she could paint about a month after we moved so she decided to let my crazy self go and work its self out. My parents being who they are they told me at 10 at night. Since I literally stayed up for the next 8 hours I was done at 5 and got in the shower then went to school.  I was still so hyped up that I didn't sleep during school. I finally zonked out at about 5 that night - well afternoon rather. I only went to sleep then because she said she had to plan what she was going to put where. The next day after school I moved all of my stuff out and put the tarp down.  She had to draw what she had planned now that she knew what she wanted to do. I slept on the couch that night. The day after she had to draw on the walls what she had planned.  I slept on the couch downstairs that night. The next day was sat. and we finally got to paint the walls! They are navy blue and sky blue I think. There are no shades of blue for manly men.  She then realized she had made a mistake.  She had just painted over her so carefully done drawings... We had to wait the next day for it to dry. She spent the entire next week redrawing and re doing colors. We finally painted on the designs that sat. I painted the walls for the tower black. she went over them later with dabs of grey and splashes of white. She then used a darker black (who knew?) to put bricks in. My room ended with this: a big purple and black dragon, a small yellow and blue dragon, a green wizard, a grey warrior with grey wings, a mountain range with a stream and waterfalls that to my somewhat dismay sparkled, a turquoise moon, a blue moon with a turquoise star, a sword that was half black half white, a tower around my window that was black, grey, and white. We then plastered stars on the ceiling. She got extra credit, I got my room de-girlyfied and my parents got piece and quiet. Now for the sad part. My sister moved out and I was pushed down stairs and my demonic little brother now has the room...