Thursday, March 31, 2011

small standing self portrait

oil on primed board
5.5" x 3.5"
I really needed to do some painting today that didn't have  to do with an in-class assignment or homework, so I did this little one in about 30 minutes this morning.

Friday, March 4, 2011

the time machines

Today was the first real day of figure painting. Hang on to your hats boys and girls, we're going for a RIDE! Two and a half hours went by like 15 minutes. Regretfully, I didn't think to snap a shot of my painting. If I get back up to the school this weekend I will take a picture of it and post. (I will only be posting the clothed models.)

A little less than a week ago, I decided to go on a journey. This is a journey that only I can go on and I have to go alone.  I expect this experience will change me. I don't know how; I can't anticipate that. I do hope however, that by seeking wisdom it will help me see myself in a truer light. The journey: to take every journal I have ever kept, and read them. So far, my fourteen year-old self is teaching me not to trivialize the things that are important to the youth today. I could scoff at those concerns I had so long ago, and sadly I must admit if I were reading someone else's account, I probably would have. But it was as if I was there again, in fourteen year-old skin wearing a fourteen year-old's ugly velcro shoes. I went walking in those shoes to visit friends I thought I couldn't live without then, and yet haven't thought of in years. Of course, I am not that same young girl, but we are all made up of our past experiences.

What have I kept? What have I let go? What have I sold? Was the price right?