There’s fun, and then there is type 2 fun.
Fun is floating on your back in the salty Caribbean Ocean, then standing up with the water waist high and walking to the sandy shore for a cold beer. It’s snuggling kittens and scooter rides through the jungle.
“Art comes from joy and pain…But mostly from pain.” – Edvard Munch
Type 2 fun hits different. It’s regaling your friends with the story of how you ran through the airport at full speed with your dad bouncing in a wheelchair so you could make your connection seconds before the gates closed. Type 2 fun doesn’t feel fun at the time. In fact, it can feel just the opposite. It can feel painful or scary. Type 2 fun is crap in the moment.
But long after your plane leaves the tarmac, and the flight attendant explains how to inflate a life vest, it’s this type of fun that makes for the best stories. Type 2 stays with us in our memories. We’ve all snuggled a kitten, but have you ever seen a wheelchair bounce? My dad finds this last bit hilarious.
Type 2 fun is Painting. Sure! There are days when painting is fun. All the colors land, the composition comes out great. Maybe you even managed your friends likeness on the first try. But those days can be few and far between.

Motorcyclist in the Dominican Republic
What about the days when all of your colors turn to mud? You’ve transformed your best friend’s beautiful face into a spot on likeness of their dog, and you can’t even get the damned cap off your tube of Paynes gray? Why do we do it? Why do we keep coming back to something that is so hard? Something that keeps us up at night with our head spinning, and can cost us more in art supplies then we get back in a year? This is Type 2 fun.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a huge believer in the process. It’s the act of painting that gives me that electricity. And I am in love with the feeling that I get when I am in the flow state. But sometimes when I am falling flat on my face, I have to hang on for the results.
Painting leaves us with a legacy. Our paintings tell a story that lasts. Long after the paint has dried to my palette and I’ve replaced the thinner I spilt on the carpet (along with the carpet), I will have a beautiful piece of art to share with the world. When I look at a favorite painting of mine from years ago, I don’t remember the difficulty. I get to live with the satisfaction of a job well done. It’s worth it. It’s fun.
What’s your favorite type 2 fun story?
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