For the longest time I've wanted to learn how to paint. Not just fumble around in the dark. But to really learn a practiced technique. Or at least become acquainted with one.
For the longest time fear and over saturation got in the way of picking up a brush. Desperation began to set in as years rolled by with out dedicated action. There were too many false starts to count. Book after book went on the ol' Christmas list and YouTube videos played till my eyes bled.
Painting was always just a dream.
Odd isn't it? To have such a crippling fear of a medium. At the time it wasn't odd. But as I stand here now, typing this, remenicing back to those moments. It's all becoming laughably strange. And the path is still so new.
One fateful Christmas, a husband stepped in. He got me the gift of a schoolism oil painting class with Tomas Fluharty, a master in the Dutch/Flemish style.
That was for Christmas and the supplies were for the "push present".
Ladies... if you don't know what a
push present is, then quickly school yourself! A
nd log it away in your gift receiving c
alendar.
Two pieces were done...
First, to shake hands with the monochromatic under painting process.
Then we did the whole thing again and took the second piece through the color and correction stages. Unfortunately, it's taken more than a couple tumbles. And somehow... I got white paint on his snooter. Not a even the hint of a clue as to when it happened. The thing's been up on the wall for ages. A constant wonkey reminder.
Walked away with an "Excellent" from the class. Which, if I remember correctly is like a 4 out of 5 score. But me thinks Mr. Fluharty (who was a great teacher!) is just a kind person. Compared to most of the others in the class my work was a solid 3 at best! AT MO-FEGGIN BEST! Maybe a 2.5 / 2.75 as I stand here eyeing the two paintings now.
Regardless, once a direction of study was had, most fear was lost. Then a skin allergy to the paints developed and everything stopped for a couple years.
She mentioned they were produced using slow drying acrylic... One that worked similar to oils.
The game was back on!
But an instagrammer by the name of @sirenitadolls refurbished hope. When she began posting her works. And she mentioned they were produced using slow drying acrylic... One that worked similar to oils. Golden Open Acrylics.
Oh-ho-ho the game was back on and two sets were slapped on the ol' Amazon wish list. Awaiting the gift giving season. I was not let down.
Thanks bro and sis in-law!
Best rescue to date. Thanks hoarder instincts!
Here we are. New paints, that don't erupt sensitive flesh in to hives. And a nice sketchbook with thick handmade paper to use as a practice book. Rescued it from the trash bin at a previous job. Best rescue to date. Thanks hoarder instincts!
A ding dang toddler pulled the button off the page marker. I'll reattach it one day. Toddlers...
Tried to make it a point to write down the amount of time taken, brand of paints and techniques used.
I.E. 1 Hour / Under painting / Glaze or Direct painting.
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11-26-13 Regular craft acrylics, Direct Painting, 2 Hours
These two, I was toying with atmosphere. |
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| 12-5-13 Regular craft acrylics, Direct Painting, 1 Hour |
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10-15-14 OPEN acrylics, Under Painting / Glaze, (no time)
Tried to figure out cool tones with hot lighting angle edges. |
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| 10-16-14 OPEN acrylics, Under Painting / Glaze, 5 Hours |
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10-22-14 OPEN acrylics, Direct Painting, 1 Hour 20 minutes
Focused on cool cast light. And warm reflective light. |
Just to address the fact of there being three unicorns of a similar pose... I was also experimenting how to handle a painting of the floral unicorn sketch that was done so long ago. Hadn't a clue how to tackle white fur. We'll see if it happens. I'm so G D flighty, things get abandoned for long periods of time.
Carry on.
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| 10-24-14 OPEN acrylics, Under Painting, 2 Hours 30 minutes |
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| OPEN acrylics, Under painting, No date, no time. |
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11-20-14 OPEN / craft acrylics, Under painting, 3 Days
This is the photo taken the day of completion. |
Real quick...
A cautionary tale.
After each page was done and dried for several weeks. I'd finish it off with a coat of Golden high gloss glaze. Let it dry for several days between glazing and put the book away. Things were cool. It would come off the shelf for this n' that or to be scrutinized harshly from time to time. Until one moist, tacky floored humid day. I took it down and found it glued shut! Particularly the pink lady page. As she got the thickest coat. Devastation, rage and heartbreak were all the feeling that welled up at once.
After a couple days of moping about it, I remembered a stack of scrapbook page inserts that'd been laying around. Again, saved from the trash. Snagged em from a warehouse clean-out several years ago. Never had a single use for them... I don' even scrapbook. Want to, but never will. Who'm I kidding?! Only myself.
They just sat in a box, not a single use to be had. Till that moment. These pages have a "wax paper" like dust sheet. Ripped those suckers off, cut them down and glued one between each used page. And haven't had a sticky problem since.
Bullet dodged!
By the way, I did refrain from showing two pages. Why?... Because I don't like them and you're subject to my whims and rules! Nya'hah!
