If you’ve ever painted with oil, or lived with someone who does, you know the smell.
It’s a glorious aroma. Oil paint seems to last forever. It’s sitting a few feet away from chair today, and it makes me so happy.
It’s like getting a whiff of creativity. Which is much preferred over the usual whiff of the cat box.
Artists who use water or acrylic or clay don’t get that smell. It’s exclusively the domain of oil painters, those with the patience to let their pigment dry for days, and enough love for their craft to allow their lifespans to be cut by years.
I’m lucky to live with one. I love that smell.
Totally worth the doses of cadmium in my meat loaf …