I think I can do better than this one, though. I lost the lights in the background and the lines on the yellow flowers are way too overstated. Stay tuned.
I was a nineteen-year-old university student when I met Sally, a white-haired, bandana-wearing woman in her sixties. She was pursuing an MFA in painting. She was so exuberant about creating art that she inspired me to decide I would become an artist, too, once I came closer to retirement. Forty years later, it’s time. As I climb an intentional learning curve in art, I share these posts to keep myself accountable. May my efforts inspire others the way Sally inspired me.
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Little Pleasures
Something really fun is gently tearing off the painter’s tape around the edges of a painting that I’m even half-way pleased with. That leaves a bright white half-inch edge all the way around, which provides a really nice contrast with the painting – giving it a frame of sorts. The satisfying sound of the tape giving up its grip, and that emerging crisp edge around a kinda sorta decent painting – there’s hardly anything else like it.
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