My friend Sarah sent me a last minute Facebook invite to a fundraiser for the East Tennessee Kidney Foundation. They were doing a class at Painting with a Twist. I've been wanting to try one of those classes for a while, so Amy and I decided to go.
Let me start by saying this: I am not what you might call an artist. Yes, I am crafty. I can crochet, I can imagine, I can create... I cannot draw. That had me a little nervous, but I figured that it was for a good cause. And even if I hated it I could gift it to someone else later. :-)
When I sat down at the canvas, I already knew this could have the potential to get deep. I have the tendency to look for the life lessons in certain activities, and I knew that had the possibility to pop up here. It did. I realized that creating this painting was going to be a lot like making it through life.
You start with a blank canvas. Maybe a few suggested colors, but you can use them how you choose.
You work to establish your background. Sometimes it gets a little messed up...
|I said that was an abstract eagle, Amy said|
it was a mountain. Whatever it was, I didn't
do it on purpose.
|Bye bye, eagle mountain.|
|I thought I was done, so I took a pic of what|
it looked like after this step...
|But then I decided it needed a branch near|
the bottom of the trunk...
|Oh! and some off that one branch on the|
Then you start doing what other people tell you to do and it all goes to pot.
|This is where I stopped loving my picture|
And blend to get it to where you are ok with it.
Then you realize you were just looking at it the wrong way...
|I decided I love my painting as a branch|
more than as a tree.
So yeah... even if things don't always turn out the way you pictured them, that doesn't mean it's wrong. Maybe you just need to look at it differently.
For the record, I really had a great time. I just don't get along with sponges and painting. There was a time that I was trying to sponge paint a wall in Greg's house, and it ended with my lying in the floor nearly in tears over the fact that it wasn't doing what I wanted.
This is what we were supposed to be painting....
I think it's adorable, but it's not really "me." Which is cool, because my tree isn't a tree, it's a branch. And I love it even more as a branch. It alludes to the fact that it's part of something bigger than itself. Which I am.