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Painting 101 April 15th, 2009 by Kim

When I was little, I considered myself an artist and always said that’s what I’d be when I grew up (later also a vet).  The problem was that I would crumple up anything that “wasn’t good enough” and get all upset. I think this usually happened when I was an artist late at night…probably overtired if I know myself. I also remember my Dad telling me I would not be an artist because then I would live in a shack…I am pretty sure I enjoyed telling him that I would be an artist even more after I got this response. (Oops- Love you, Dad!) One of my favorite things to do was to go steal the pastels that were hidden from me above my sister’s desk. Then I would go to town on her cream colored upholstered desk chair because it was the best canvas I could find. I think I did that twice, but it was so fun I will never forget it. I know I was majorly busted for it, but I think it’s impressive that I went back for seconds! Gotta be persistent to live the artist’s life I guess.
I have to say I have always still felt like I’m an artist even though I don’t think anyone would believe me. My husband is the best gift-giver ever though and got me supplies to paint with for Valentine’s this year! Last night was the first time that I’ve had a chance to sit down and get to work. I think my perfectionism or obsessive-nature was showing its little face because I kept saying to Nick that I was certain I was about to mess it up when I added …whatever it was. It was so much fun though. I painted hydrangeas. I do love these flowers, but they were also sitting in front of me at the kitchen table, so I think they were more an object of convenience. I made them purple even though the ones on our table are red. I felt like Bob Ross the painter who used to mesmerize my sister and I when he painted on TV. I remember we were really sad when he passed away. Anyway, my painting experience was the best because I didn’t rip it up afterwards & I had a lot of fun! And to be sure to clarify what my Dad thinks of my creations, everyone should know that he has a painting of a clown I made in fourth grade on an easel in my parent’s room. More painting adventures to come, I’m sure!