A strange fetish

I absolutely love the smell of oil paint (which is basically linseed oil). It's so evocative and such a sensual medium.
The rituals surrounding painting are a big part of the process. Blending, thinning, mixing and applying the paint.
Whereas many women treat themselves with shoes and clothes, my own fetish is for tubes of oil paint in gorgeous colours. Strange, I know.
The thing about oil paint is it's a living medium; it shines on the surface of the canvas. Whereas, acrylics dry to a plastic finish.
I knew a textile artist who had to stop herself buying offcuts of fabric wherever she went and simply storing them.
One of my favourite stores is the hardware store, particularly if I'm trying a new product. Tomorrow I'll be trying latex paint; can't wait.

(I once knew a cleaning lady who felt she was addicted to the smell of cleaning products. Always use a ventilated space and check manufacturer's instructions.) Felt I had to put that.