When our family was living in London we went from a fully furnished rental to an unfurnished rental and that is when I started thinking about painting. We needed something on the walls but had nothing in the budget for art and so my painting career began. I like crazy stuff that looks like nothing and that works for me because I can paint stuff that looks like nothing, no problem. So I bought canvases, paints, brushes and started to say things to my husband like, I wish you could just be supportive of my art. He would squeeze-close his eyes for a full four seconds (trying to suppress an eye roll), breathe deep and then say "I fully support you and your art." Meanwhile, I never considered myself an artist but the fact that it upset him so much made me laugh and strangely motivated me. Lots and lots of paintings later he says this "I would never buy any of them but I love them all."
So, he's come around. And I've let him name them all. One is called "Triple Nipple". Another is called "My life is perfect and yet I cry."
I'm going to submit them for a local art show. 80% because my friend Suzanne told me to, 20% to upset my husband.