Fourteen years ago, I taught myself to paint florals and landscapes from instructional books and practice cards, but there were a few details that I had difficulty with until I attended One Stroke painting certification. I passed my certification and had a ridiculously fun time that weekend, and finally mastered painting cabbage roses. I came home and attempted to teach painting classes, but they never quite came together. I painted several mailboxes, a couple of small murals, various glassware, and several more decorative items, but eventually lost my heart for it because it seemed I was the only one interested in my skills. (Talent? Well, I suppose it's possible. But I don't want to be presumptuous.)
One of the mailboxes I painted for someone. See? I did nice work once upon a time. (Blame the crummy Sony camera for the blurriness of the photo.) I believe that I still could, if I had some inspiration. It makes me happy to make pretty things, especially if other people enjoy them and flatter me endlessly about what a great artiste I am. ;).
Really, I'm a frustrated wannabe artist seriously lacking in motivation. And viable workspace.
Ah, let me clarify something, I DO NOT WANT TO PAINT ANYTHING ELSE ON CORRUGATED METAL. Rippled metal makes me cry from frustration. It just takes such a long time for me to get my feel for rippled metal. You know? Well, of course you do. Lol.
I'm a bit scared about visiting the studio tomorrow. What if the other students don't like me? What if I'm terrible at it? Egad... What if the TEACHER doesn't like me? I sound like a five year old, I know. But what if I'm good at it, or I enjoy it, because the classes are pretty expensive. Yikes! Well, it would cost me a lot more to drive to another county IF I can find classes.
Oil painting... I haven't done that since I was about eleven, and it was a paint-by-numbers of kittens. :). I ... wish someone had suggested to me that I paint over the lines a little bit, because it LOOKED like a kid painted a printed board. Hahaha. The things I've learned... Paint over the lines on paint by numbers kits, give people free refills if you're waitressing and hope for a tip, always set multiple wake-up alarms, and don't loan people money unless you can live without them repaying you.
Still, Bob Ross is my spirit guide, and I might enjoy the class. On the other hand, if I'm terrible, the teacher will tell me within a month. Oh, and a bonus: I don't have to know how to draw, and supposedly I will learn along the way, which is great because my skill is kinda sketchy.
Ha ha ha! See what I did there? Ah, you're no fun.
Actually, I've got a decent skill level for drawing, but I know I could do so much more with some real instruction. Fear of failure is what makes me hesitate. Oh, and looking like a total noob in front of people. If I look at this photo, maybe I'll remember that I am capable of some kind of freehand painting already.
... As usual, the preceding series of typographical errors and bad auto-correction has been brought to you courtesy of ipad 3.