Showed up in class today and my teacher had a painting he did last week. There was a big pink Spoonbill in the foreground and a coyote on the bank.
I said, "Spoonbill!" That turned into a long discussion about Spoonbills.
The thing is, the coyote wasn't going to get to the Spoonbill because the Spoonbill was in "the marsh".
The teacher didn't know I have a company called "Spoonbill"!
I'd show a picture of the progress on my painting, but I don't have the memory card for the camera back. It's coming along well. Now I understand how the more classic painting have the warmer darks. It's really something.
I also had a "moment" today when I was handling the brush and it felt different... I was more sculpting and moving the pigment with the hairs of the brush... in a scratchy sort of way... hard to explain...
Also got to talk to George over lunch about different artists, color use, technique etc.
I really like another classmate's painting. It's a painting of an older man getting a haircut from his daughter. It's awesome.
At the end of the session, I looked at the painting and said, "I think I'm going to be able to paint something that will touch somebody."
I went home, hopeful, excited inside, thinking, "The coyote can't get me."
1 comment:
That is really cool! Sorry I was so stressed tonight. I hope I didn't spoil your good feeling. :-)
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