An Aunt Cheryl painting |
Here are some examples of their work. See- hard not to be impressed right?
A Grandma Jean Original |
I may have mentioned this in a previous blog- my mother is a crafter and artist extraordinaire. There was and is very little that she can't do- cake decorating, flower arranging, knitting, sewing, candle-wicking, ceramics, quilting, weaving, paper tole, etc. Even with all this talent during my youth she declined learning to paint. She would often comment that the closest she would ever come to painting was a paint by number of the Last Supper that hung on our dining room wall. She was very clear that she was not a painter and she would never be one.
That changed after I left home. One day Mom decided to learn how to folk-art paint. She was a success. Then she decided she wanted to try painting on canvas. She took a few Bob Ross classes (yes the dude from the PBS series who's monotonous tone puts you to sleep and when you awake there is a beautiful painting to admire). Again she knocked it out of the park. She could add yet two more things to her list of talents. I was awestruck, as I typically am by the seemingly unlimited talents of my mother.
For a number of years now I have wanted to paint. To be like my mother and just pick-up a brush and start creating. Fear of failure and a general lack of knowledge has held me back.
Why?
I lack basic art skills. Sure I can colour and I can draw some pretty kick a$$ stick people but that is where my talent ends. There was a reason I chose band instead of art in Grade 7... to avoid continually proving that I suck at art. It is natural to conclude that since I can't draw, painting pictures would be epic fail.
Recently Paint Nite started being offered in town. A night to get together with others, have drinks and paint a picture. My friends and colleagues have all been. They all swore that prior painting knowledge and ability was not needed in order to end up with an amazing painting. I saw their work. I was impressed by all. Very talented and creative women, each and everyone. But I was still skeptical that I could also end up with a similar result if I attended a Paint Nite.
Invites to go to Paint Nite continued to flow in and I continued to turn all of them down. I could not escape my performance anxiety. Failing is one thing, failing in front of a crowd where pictures are being taken..... not going to happen!!!
It seems that all I needed was repeated offers and continued encouragement to give it a try. I found my chutzpah. Around the same time Autism Ontario was hosting a Paint Nite fund raiser. All the proceeds were going to support the local chapter. I figured it did not matter what I ended up with. It was for a good cause and I would walk out of there with something. I registered and paid my fee.
Here is the painting that got me off my duff.
Paint Nite- Under the Red Tree |
The evening ended up being really fun. I had cheerleader support in the form of Pam- A Paint Nite expert. I abstained from adult beverages as I wanted to have my wits about me to make sure I didn't miss any of the instructions. 2 hours later this was the end result:
My version- Better than I feared, but room for improvement. |
A painting monster has been born. All I want to do is paint, paint, paint. The only problem- no supplies. A quick trip to Michael's today rectified that. Whoo Hoo!!!!!! Now to find some time to work on my new hobby.
My siblings are probably cringing.... starting a new hobby before finishing my other hobby projects. What can I say, my Mom is my inspiration!!!!!!
I need a large painting so get good quick.
ReplyDeleteI need a large painting so get good quick.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!
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