Several years ago, I decided to learn to paint rocks. My grandpa painted some rocks in the 70s and we still have them. They’re beautifully done. I went to the library, checked out two books on rock painting, drove home, and started reading.
As the books indicated, the first step in rock painting is choosing the right rocks. We had some outside, and I chose some and brought them inside.
The second step in rock painting is washing the rocks so you have a nice clean surface to work on. I dutifully washed the rocks. They looked bizarre in my kitchen sink, but they seemed not to mind being washed:
The third step in the process is actually painting the rocks. I never got there. I quickly lost interest after washing the rocks.
At least they’re clean now.