Well I finished my oil painting class and here's my most recent painting.
I have to pat myself on the back just a little bit here so bear with me. I took this class after my friend begged me. I had taken a pottery class last year and it was an epic fail. It definitely was not the Demi Moore in Ghost experience that I was hoping for. The clay was not soft and squishy like I imagined and it was really a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I'd given up on having any artistic ability, especially after remembering the abysmal things I "created" in high school art class. So I reluctantly signed up for the oil painting class. The teacher's style was very free. Translation, she gave no instruction whatsoever. Normally I am a very think inside the box only type of person. I'm right-brained and am somewhat rigid in my thinking. Things have to be just so which really doesn't lend itself to letting the creative juices flow. Normally I would run the other way in this type of class. No instructions! Well what do I do? Cannot compute, cannot compute (steam coming out of my ears). I think since I've gone through so much in the past few months that this freedom was actually welcome. I didn't have to think. I really didn't care if I didn't know what I was doing. I was just going to enjoy it no matter what. And then it happened. I painted this from a picture in a magazine. Is it perfect? No. But I'm pretty damn proud of the way it turned out.
So now my "masterpiece" is providing the pop of color needed for our stark carriage house bathroom. I don't know if it will stay here but for now it's great. Who knew?