I've been hunting through some things -- legacies from my late sister-in-law. I was looking for odds and ends for my son to use to "stage" his house for prospective buyers. Pictures and pitchers. Two Bob Timberlakes and some ceramics that would reflect both the content of the Timberlake prints and the color scheme of the room as a whole.
While I was at it, I also uncovered a very bad, mildewed painting I'd done decades ago, one I'd completely forgotten about. Looking at it now, this truth is painfully clear. I needed lessons. I knew nothing about perspective. Or color values. Or how not to make the ground look like a yellowish, greenish brown ocean. I didn't know how to paint.
But, as you can see, I didn't let that stope me. I remember quite well that had a good time anyway.
I still don't know how to paint, but I found all my painting supplies the other day and at some point I may give it another whirl. Even if the ground looks like an ocean.
I'll even let you see it.
'Til next time...