I needed to relax and practice with my heat gun.

I made an impression of the photo I took during one of those lonely bike trips to Eastridge (Binangonan-Antipolo) almost three years ago. I had that photo printed and framed and it still hangs on my bedroom wall, to remind me that despite all that I’ve been through, I still can stand proudly even though I am alone.

So what warranted this stress-busting painting session? Well, I drove south again to check on my tiny house and apply for a new Converge line so by the time we move in, I will already have a 500Mbps internet connection.

This area will be protected by polycarbonate roofing so my patio and grilling area/brick pizza oven will be protected somewhat from the rain. It would look like the one below:

Beyond the stairs up to the perimeter fence/wall will be my laundry/utility area. In the future, I can convert the space under the new stairs (it will be a lot bigger with a deck midway) into a workshop of some sort for my DIYs or it can become art studio if I try my hand at acrylic and oil—the super messy media. I did oil painting twice and I never liked them. It’s too messy and my asthma doesn’t like the fumes from the oil paints and thinners.

Anyway, I will fill this area with potted flowering plants and line the walls with creepers or I can hang orchids on coconut husks. The area on the right beyond the stairs will be my veggie garden and the composting area (which my mom had been doing for 30 years).

This pathway leads to a holding area/screened porch that leads to a front garden and garage. The front garden may be demolished to make way for a three-car garage. This pathway is currently messy because of the construction but this used to be lined with plants. I will revive this with flowering plants and have bougainvillea and yellow bells creep along the perimeter wall. The door on the right is my mom’s studio unit which is currently one giant room with walk-in closet and ensuite but with no kitchenette. Beyond that is the main house.

I’ll go back to painting.

And nope. I cannot push my luck. The second painting is blaaahhh because I’ve exhausted all my creative juices in the first painting (above). I’m pushing myself too far.