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I was once talking to someone about my art classes and how important I thought finding the right teacher was. He said: if you want to be a real artist, shouldn’t you get rid of the teacher altogether? Ah. No. The myth that creativity springs fully formed from the [...] When I got to the studio this week I pulled up the photograph I have been working from, ready to start mixing paint and actually add color to canvas. My first thought was that there really isn’t much color to the photograph at all. My second thought was that my first logical step was going [...] Sometimes life and the world seem out of control. Strike that understatement. Life and the world are out of control. They just are – in the little ways that affect only me and in the big ways that make headlines and leave us all groping for words and meaning. For me the only way through [...] In December I did some charcoal value studies for a new painting I’ve had in mind for a while. All that was left was to build the canvas and get started. I build the canvas in January but since it is 48″x16″ I had a tough time getting the tension taut enough. With the help [...] That woman behind you at the stoplight, the one fiddling with her phone? She is not talking or texting. She is taking a picture of the sky. For her painting reference files. Of course. My favorite part of the reference file photos? Pop up the contrast and zoom in, you practically already have a painting. [...] …finally complete. done. fini. excuse me while I dance a jig. one year later – a finished painting
I may have jumped the gun on photographing this. The paint on the trees is still wet and reflecting light. Still, I’m so pleased to have finished I couldn’t wait to post it! [...] …blasted trees… …blasted lack of skills at painting trees… …not done… <sigh> one. more. week. nearly done nearly done nearly done (I keep chanting this in order to believe it). Tonight I go to painting class. Provided my daily frustration at work doesn’t deflate me so much by the time I can go that I just don’t have it in me to make it. (Ever notice how the very things [...] the clouds begin to come to life Apropos of nothing – as I write this – the evening before it gets its automated posting time – I have just discovered that it is not, in fact Tuesday evening. It is Wednesday evening. And the deadline for something I was supposed to do is not [...] |
 
Becky's bookshelf: read
I was in a bookstore the other day hunting for something to read on writing when I got distracted by the books on reading. I picked this one up, knowing nothing about Nick Hornby beyond his connection to About a Boy. My impressions in no...
I grew up loving to read and hope to pass that on so every year I get books for my nieces and nephews for Christmas. There are twenty of them and as they're getting older I can no longer give only books I've read so each year there are o...
 
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