My first painting is DONE! Rejoice, all the world! I have conquered the evil tie!
If you don’t know about the tie, let me introduce you. Beloved reader, meet the evil tie (on the left):
Evil tie, meet the beloved Reader.
Now, since this is my first painting, I am still learning and i can’t make ties bend. Much less ones with such crazy fading and cross hatching. The tie was a bad idea to include in my first painting. Now that I think about it, everything else in that painting sucked. Way to much detail and words and different colors.
That’s why I chose this as my next still life:
I hope it will be easier.
But I know all you are waiting for me to unveil the completed painting, so here it is:
Yeah, I know, you guys love me and think it’s great, but here’s the painting from the girl that shared my still life:
But I have greater plans for my next one! See its auspicious beginning!
I think I might have a problem this semester. Or as Steven so eloquently put it, “great potential for growth.” My painting teacher wants me to paint what I see by painting how I feel it. My drawing teacher wants me to draw EXACTLY what I see. No interpertation, the angles must be perfectly correct. So I am just wondering how I am not going to go crazy through all of this.
On a related subject, I have an updated picture of how far my painting is coming along. Don’t laugh, it’s about six hours in on my first painting. I still need some more time to paint the details in, bit so far it’s pretty fun.
I’m exausted and in a moment of weakness I’ve decided that it would be a great idea to share with you my first painting so far. Just remember this is my FIRST painting. I don’t think I’ve painted in over 12 years, and never with oil paints. Remember, never painted before:
I ran today for the first time in two months, that’s why my head is all messed up.
I’m going to bed…
Oh boy. I’m writing this on my phone so if it seems a little off, it’s cause I’m writing on my phone it seems a little off.
Anyway, I’m am tired. It’s only eight fifteen and I’m already thinking of bed. It could be fun. Sleeping like ten hours. That does sound really fun, now that I mention it.
School today was painting, which for some reason I always want to call it “art”. Which is sadly nondescriptive since I am actually an art student and all my classes this semester could be described as “art”. Which is kind of tripping me out. It’s just that I’m the type of person who people would think I’d be studying to be a biologist, or an astro-physicist, or an optometrist (sidenote: Dawn said today that her optometrist reminded her of me.) And I’m studying art. Art! Touchy-feely stuff. Uh. Yeah. I guess I try to redeem myself by having specializing in photography. At least there I get to use a complex piece of equippment.
And today in “art” (painting), we went over the couse outline and were desmissed after an hour. That left me plenty of time to go and try to hunt down art supplies in this tiny town (the walmarts didn’t have any, the hobby shop was closed, an the craft store didn’t have the paint I needed). And visit the bike shop. And the optometrist. I could of had the appointment right then, but since I had to go work on cleaning my old house, I decided on next week after “art”. Never ever think that just cause the class doesn’t have any books that it’s going to be cheap.
Another odd thing about my “art” class: out of 25 people in the class, only five are guys. I guess guys don’t like to paint.
It’s still hot.
Lindsey is coming up this weekend! I am quite happy about this fortunous event. I miss her.