Tonight I tried to paint artistically for the first time ever. Admittedly, years of enjoying local art galleries has lulled me into a false sense that it could be remotely simple. I’ve already realized that realism is beyond my limited abilities. Of course, I’m not that into realism. I’m more into Van Gogh’s use of color and Lawren Harris’ bold paint strokes and landscapes. That being said, I’m not really able to paint like either.
My first subject is a stained glass window that is in my kitchen. I’ve taken a few artistic liberties and I’ve already learned a lesson or two. The first may be the most important. I’ve discovered that painting doesn’t produce immediate gratification. It’ll take a few days to complete my little masterpiece. One color of paint needs to dry before applying another. Oh, and I’m trying to use lighting to create a focal point and shade.
The other thing I’ve learned is that in even the most simple of pieces there is amazing complexity. This isn’t to suggest that I’ll actually accomplish what I’ve intended to produce. But I can paint and repaint as often as I need until I’m satisfied.
Although the medium is altogether different the process is remarkably similar to writing.