I went to a super strict, Christian, and, honestly, abusive elementary school. I’m talking paddling in front of the class, duck-taping kids to their wooden chairs and calling kids idiots if they didn’t know the answer. I. AM. NOT. KIDDING. School closed down about 10 years ago after they refused to let a woman be principal. Yes, you can feel sorry for me. But, one of the worst parts of this school is that there was no art program. We did NO art. No crayons or paints or drawings. You know all those paintings we get home from our kids on a daily basis, especially when they are young? I had none. I’m not kidding.
I didn’t know how to resolve what I felt was the importance of art. My dad was designing jewelry, my sister was very creative and I wanted to be good at painting. I felt like I missed the boat, sadly, and so in high school I told myself I could just be an art appreciator. I took art history classes, went to museums weekly and was obsessed with large art books of any kind. I educated myself. To make a long story short, I found pottery and my own studio and then furniture painting, but I always wanted to learn how to paint, namely watercolor. So, at 39 I signed up for a local adult watercolor class. As nervous as I was to attend my first session, it was literally love at first brush stroke.
There is something so dream-like about watercolor and what the teacher was telling me was like nuggets of gold. She talked about the importance of the weight of the paper, the shades of paint color and the brushes. I haven’t been in a class in so long I forgot how wonderful it was to RECEIVE information!
I’ve only had two classes, but they have filled me up and inspired me so very much. I think what I like about watercolor is that, like furniture painting, it does not have to be exact. The lines are blurred and dreamy. They are not meant to be perfect. Of course I couldn’t help sharing my excitement with my three babies and they have taken to it to.
I am not saying I’m good at this yet, but that is neither here nor there. It the process, friends. This week was architecture. Whew! Not easy by any stretch. But perfection is not what I’m after. Next week it’s birds and yes, tres excited.