In my last post, I mentioned that I had only painted once in the last three years. They were very special paintings that I finished earlier this year, in March. My fiancé, boyfriend at the time, Greyson, asked me to paint him a sunrise for a tattoo he's been wanting to get. And he'd been asking for a while... a long while. I'd been too afraid to paint it for fear of him not liking them and also just the thought of someone tattooing something on their body that I painted is... not intimidating at all. I decided his birthday was as good a time as any to give him the sunrise if I was ever going to do it. But, I couldn't just give him ONE sunset after he'd been asking for so long. So, I painted him as many sunrises as I could to make up for all the times I put it off and all the times I said I'd do it but chickened-out. And I gave him a box of sunrises for his birthday. So, ladies and gents, here you have it. In all it's glory. The only thing I've pain