My old guitar

So as some of you know. My love of guitars started during Sophomore year after I found out I couldn't play volleyball anymore. (another story that might come) So my first guitar I got at a store that is gone now, and it was used and old, but cheap and good for a beginner. It was a Carlos and I loved him. Didn't name him officially because I couldn't think of one. A little after a year I found some pretty bad cracks in the top of the wood and decided (by both me and my parents) that it was time to get a new, better quality one. That one was a Martin DX1. I quickly named him Vladimir after a friend because he named his guitar after me. ANYWAYS! My last year at camp (trying to get back on topic), I brought my Carlos guitar instead of my Martin because it was much easier and cheaper of a loss if it got damaged. One of the Camp Counselors had a guitar herself that was painted with a sunset and I thought "MAN that is AWESOME! I want to do that!" So I began sanding off the gloss on top of my guitar. It took all the extra time I had at camp but I did finish. I was so excited about it, but when I got home, I never painted it. Now two years later, not even playing him for about 2 years, I finally began working on it.


I first started looking at different ideas, but fell in love with a sunset picture of Case Inlet (the water my camp was on). The next thing was I painted the dark colors first. I don't know why... it was a pretty stupid move, but I made sure the layers were thin. Then I put in the lighter colors and actually left some of the wood bare of paint where the water is. The last steps were putting a wood finishing gloss on top, like 4 layers of it (I feel like my dad went a little over board, but worth it), and then restringing the guitar. I signed it as normal and took a step back to marvel at my work. After not being with this guitar for a long time, the one guitar I started with that saw my style change that saw my love of music change, I fell in love with it all over again. It saw my second year at a camp that I loved, and it now going to see my first year working at a camp that I loved when I was younger. Along with the push and pull of the waters I sat by, playing him, he saw the push and pull of my life. That is why I officially named him Ebb and Flow. I wouldn't have it any other way. Sorry, this post had no real point. I just thought I should post it. =)

BONUS SHOT! both of my babies together! =)