Friday, December 18, 2009

Painting

I looked at some of Connie Chadwell's art. It was the kind of stuff I envision doing, but doesn't turn out well. That can be frustrating.
As a matter of fact, the last painting I did was horrible. I have these ideas of what things should be, but I don't have the knowledge or skill to put it on the canvas. (The one at right is a favorite of one of my own pieces. I forget at the moment whose house it's hanging in, but someone asked for it & I gave it to them. It required little skill, it was just colors & canvas, as most of my paintings are.)
My mom always says I should take art lessons and learn how to do things correctly, but it seems so contrary to the spirit of art for art's sake. If I have to learn how to do it, am I really an artist? I suppose the answer is, of course, yes, because even the greats usually apprenticed under some master or started out admiring someone else's work. I just can't bring myself to do that yet.

Of course, that may also come from that deep-rooted part of me, that wouldn't study for tests so that, if I failed, I could sheepishly admit that I didn't study in an "Oh, well.." type of attitude, as opposed to failing at something I actually tried - which would make me a failure.

Wow - look at that. I went from art to psychotherapy in, like, 20 seconds.

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