I was quickly reminded just how much I don't know. I haven't taken an art class since 5th grade, back when it was a "special." Okay, I lie. I actually took a graphic design/layout class my last semester in college. But we used stock photos and were more concerned with fonts and kerning.
We did this very whimsical "Crazy Daisy" painting. I changed the colors of my petals no less than ten times because I hadn't made a decision prior to painting (tip for myself next time: be decisive; have a vision). After we were done painting, we had the option to use puff paint to make our painting even more crazy. I thought everyone else's puffed paintings looked really cool with the added dimension, so I decided to try my hand at it.
Have I ever mentioned that I'm the most uncoordinated woman alive? Yeah, that "C" in "C.W." should actually stand for CLUMSY. That said, once I started doing my puff paint, all hell broke loose on my canvas. The white paint I was using ran out/malfunctioned, so I picked up another one. I then promptly DROPPED IT on top of my canvas, right on top of the paint I just put on so it mashed it down (making it not-puffy). I'm a total perfectionist with my own pursuits, so yes, I started to get emotional about it. (I also had felt rushed during the entire class, which didn't help.) This also apparently was a good time for the instructor to take her requisite "class photo," and she made everyone get up on the stage where I was trying to fix my paint, so I was forced to join in.
My mother knows me well, having dealt with (and sometimes been the cause of) my perfectionism for most of my life. She calmed me down and helped me fix the thing as much as I could. I liked the way my sister went to town with her paint scribbles, and I thought it might detract from my mess ups but it sorta just made it worse because all the paints were running out at the point, globbing onto my painting. I guess this one just wasn't in the cards for me.
What's a post about art without some pics though?
|I like my sister's the best|
|I call my painting: "I got in a fight with puff paint and lost."|
|If you haven't figured out my full name, here's your rebus.|
I'll definitely be trying again at the studio down here, and I'll definitely share that one as well (good or bad). Too bad I won't have my mommy with me though.
If you want to see some work from an artist with actual talent, check out Aisle to Aloha. I don't follow a lot of art bloggers, but her stuff is awesome.