So I've just given the downstairs floors a good going-over with a cinnamon-fragranced disinfectant and the house smells like Christmas. It's heady and horrid but I'd run out of the normal stuff.
It's proper 'curly hair' weather today - moist and very windy (no jokes please!) - and not conducive to going out so I've escaped upstairs to my craft room for, what I consider, a well-deserved fiddle with my paints.
It's art class again tonight. Do you remember me mentioning it here? Well, I went every week for a term and then signed up for another.
It's quite hard motivating myself to turn out in the dark, particularly if the weather is grotty, but I thoroughly enjoy it when I'm actually there. Of course, my motivation would be far worse if it weren't for the fact that I go with my friend Peter.
We're currently a class of about twelve and there is a reasonable range of ability.
To be honest, I don't feel that 'my skills' have improved at all. I seem to have a pad full of wishy-washy quickies. I've certainly not produced 'a finished painting' but I must admit that my technical knowledge is definitely better.
We've covered colour, tone, positive and negative spaces and composition (loved that). I've used masking fluid for the first time (which I really enjoyed) and charcoal (which I didn't) ...
We seem to have done a lot of work from pictures which I'm not so keen on and the occasional still life, which I much prefer.
We've touched on landscapes using 'layers' (never done that before either!) ...
So, as I say, I've definitely been dithering around outside my comfort zone, trying things I never have. That's probably why my confidence in my own ability is a bit trembly at the moment. I'm wondering if I preferred it when I just sat down and painted what I wanted? No thoughts of the technicalities, simply letting my instinct take over. It's not just me, Peter's been feeling the same.
I've been a bit frustrated about not being able to get my teeth into anything. By the time we stop faffing and Sam (the tutor) has done her demonstration, and we actually get our pencils or paints out, there isn't much more than an hour of the lesson left.
For the next couple of weeks, however, Sam is re-covering some of the subjects from last term for the newbies so a few of us are able to embark on our own projects.
My original thoughts of painting a portrait have been shelved for now. I don't think I'm good enough yet. Twee or not, I think I've decided to concentrate on painting flowers in watercolours.
So, I've had a bit of a play and tonight I'll be taking a jam jar of blooms. (Greengate jug will stay safely at home, don't worry!!!)
|Look Cathy, your candlesticks!|
Look Ashley, your salt and pepper pots!!
I'll let you know how I get on!
Ooh, is that a bit of blue sky I can see?
PS. Thank you SOOO much for your wonderfully supportive comments about the grumpy school mum. She did get in touch with me again to say that she didn't want to fall out with me and that, yes, we should let the girls sort it out themselves. Which, of course, they did!