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.
Tuesday, June 22, 2021
Was the Sky That Blue?
Sunday, June 6, 2021
And Again
Wednesday, June 2, 2021
Learning from Failure
Over the weekend I painted two paintings that were abysmal failures by anyone’s standard.
I do hate it when that happens, but I am learning that failures do sometimes contribute to better paintings down the line.
This one would certainly not win a contest with the California Watercolor Association. By their standards I made a lot of bad decisions here that add up to a fairly unremarkable painting.
Yet I also feel it shows some progress because of my weekend failures, which reminded me to wait sometimes for wet areas to dry to a sheen before introducing other colors.
Two steps forward and sometimes three back, but it’s all part of the LC (Learning Curve).
As a side note, my five-month-old grandson “helped” with this one. That is, he sat on my lap while I painted. Everything was out of his reach, but he didn’t object—just watched attentively. Thank you, little A.
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