Well I bought some acrylic paints and a few other supplies.  Gee, one can spend a lot of $$$ on these materials.  I wonder if it really makes a difference.  Part of me wants to go out, buy the best supplies so I have no excuse of the materials not being of adequate quality.  But then there is the part of me that is loathe to put even  drop of paint on a canvas in fear of getting it wrong.   I’m not sure one can get it wrong but it does seem like wearing your heart and soul on your sleeve to allow what is inside to flow out onto the canvas.  It’s one thing to paint but quite another to let others see my work.  What I need once again is the confidence of a child when I never worried about the if I was wasting paper or paint.  I recall once in grade shcool I was chosen, along with three or fou other kids  to draw to music in one of the store front windows.   I can still feel what I felt like as I was sitting in front of that easel of what seemed like endless paper and drawing freely as the music was piped over our heads.  I was so absorbed in my at taht i was unaware that we were in a store front window and people passing by were stopping to look at us.  OK, maybe I was little aware of them.