Long before I heard George W. Bush discuss how painting had changed his life, I bought several stretched canvases at Michael's for 70% off. I already had a basic starting kit of acrylic paints and decent brushes, sponges and stuff. So, I set everything up in my son's old room last week and decided to give the visual arts a try. (I had taken an all-day watercolor class last year and had learned many tips, including watercolor is probably not the best medium for a beginner.)
This time, I decided to attend the YouTube School of Painting, dialed up this instructional video on how to paint birch trees with a palette knife and basically did the old monkey-see-monkey-do routine. Five hours later, give or take, I had a painting good enough to hang anywhere....in my daughter's apartment, that is.
|My first painting.|
Motivated by her willingness to accept it and my husband's raves at my obvious God-given talent, I eagerly choose the next piece to, well, copy. This one, found on Pinterest....
I don't need no stinking video, I thought. So, last Thursday, I went to my makeshift studio, turned on some soothing tunes, brought up the photo on my iPad and fearlessly applied paint to canvas. An hour later, I ran screaming to the kitchen for a heaping helping of comfort carbs, leaving this behind upstairs....
|I couldn't even get the sky right!|
I shall return to it some day this week, hopefully, with a huge jar of gesso and a new YouTube video.
Did I mention George W. Bush had a private teacher?