There's been this longing
to make my mark,
exacerbated by museum visits
where marvelous paintings
trigger the idea
that maybe I could/should/would
start making art again.
|Claude Monet Water Lilies.|
Then my friend Carol started painting lessons.
Talk about inspiring!
When she mentioned
a painting class she'd signed up for this month
I was in.
I had no idea how terrifying
this would be...
In the beginning
the mind focused on
The right supplies,
the best supplies,
Where are all my supplies?
The first class I ended up with a latte
that was NOT decaf.
Even so, I did manage to follow the instructions.
My teacher Janis Ellison is very good.
Really knows her stuff.
More importantly, she is able
to explain the process
to an intuitive artist
who never really 'got'
or was able to articulate
all that data about value,
tone, hue, etc.
I'm still not sure I can explain it
but I have a better understanding now.
(I must have missed something major in school.)
the best thing to do is just start.
|A photo I took at Giverny in October 2014.|
We started by choosing a photo
we'd taken from nature
that had light, middle and dark values.
|Gotta love Photoshop!|
Shifted it to black and white.
|4" x 5" first sketch in pencil.|
Reduced it to just the values and shapes
in a small pencil sketch.
|4" x 5" sketch in Tornbow markers.|
Sketched it again using graded markers.
|9" x 12" sanded paper mounted on foam core.|
attempting to capture the shapes and values,
on our 'good' paper with chalk.
These techniques are new to me.
I feel lost and unsuccessful.
|Carol working on her charcoal sketch.|