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.
Thursday, March 25, 2021
Tulip Selfies
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Kind of Getting There
Sunday, March 7, 2021
More Fun with Stick and Ink
Roy's Flowers Revisited
Now this is what I'm talking about. Still wasn't quite satisfied with Take 3, so I tried the composition one more time, this time with bold ink lines (using a stick and permanent black acrylic ink) but using a similar palette (Daniel Smth phthalo blue, ultramarine blue, hansa yellow light, and quin magenta, plus pops of mission permanent yellow deep (looks orange) and permanent magenta.
And it kinda, sorta felt like riding a bike. A little bit, at least.
Something about those bold black lines (once they dry) allows for more freedom in laying down juicy splotches of paint. It's like having training wheels on your bike, or something.
I don't quite understand it, but I'm going to see where this ride takes me.
Friday, March 5, 2021
Let's Channel Our Inner Ox
More About the Sally Project
I met Sally forty years ago when I was twenty and she was the one in her sixties. I was a waitress at a Howard Johnson’s restaurant on...