Since my last post, I managed to find some time to work in my first medium, watercolors. It was good to get back to something that, some 30+ years since my first lesson, still felt so natural to me. I have done a few watercolor paintings here and there over the years, but not seriously as an artist until now. I enjoyed the fluidity of the paint, the freedom to pull my brush across the paper, the softness of the color--all things I don't feel with acrylic paint.
I felt as though Mr. Looney's spirit was guiding me, reminding me about method. I could see in my mind his wrinkled, bent fingers selecting, opening, and squeezing the paint tubes into the pallet, telling me what colors would work best for the painting of a duck flying over a foggy bayou early in the morning. I'm painting other things now, of course, but I will never forget that first session when he led me to believe I showed true talent and promise.
It took me a long time to believe it, but better late than never.
I felt as though Mr. Looney's spirit was guiding me, reminding me about method. I could see in my mind his wrinkled, bent fingers selecting, opening, and squeezing the paint tubes into the pallet, telling me what colors would work best for the painting of a duck flying over a foggy bayou early in the morning. I'm painting other things now, of course, but I will never forget that first session when he led me to believe I showed true talent and promise.
It took me a long time to believe it, but better late than never.
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