Wall Art

I suppose it was only a matter of time before I tried to paint something.

We'd been living with an empty canvas over our living couch for months. Blank. White. Which for some reason I thought was better than an empty wall.

It was so big and such an odd size. Daunting. So last week, I painted the canvas the same color as the wall, hoping to deflect snide remarks about my unique taste in art. But getting my hand on a paintbrush was like getting on a roller coster - it was all over but the shouting.

Now a week later and I am exhausted and my painting is on the wall.

The size WAS a problem. I had a square idea to paint on an unforgiving rectangle.

I knew nothing about acrylic tube paint so trial and error was my "technique." I even tried to wash out some of the color with a toothbrush when I put too much on, but maybe that IS a "technique" - I don't know.

My vase reminds me of a Zuni bowl I made in Mrs. Van Dorp's 5th grade class.

Did you play with Colorforms when you were a kid? I did. I loved them. No mistakes. So Colorforms became my "method". I painted sheets of paper with beautiful colors and cut out shapes and stuck them on my background. Linda says that makes it a collage, but she is just being kind. We both know it's cheating.

All the same, I hang it with pride and when I look at it, it makes me smile.

Isn't that what art is all about?