This December, I have decided to embark on an endeavor to share stories and tidbits from my artist life with you. I believe that by sharing our experiences, we can create connections and build relationships.
During my junior year of high school, there was a local art studio that offered art lessons every Saturday afternoon. The curriculum was structured in such a way that we would spend six weeks working with charcoal, followed by six weeks using pastels, and finally concluding with six weeks of oil painting. The classes gradually progressed from black and white charcoal drawings to colored pastel works, leading to oil painting. It was evident that the goal was to master the art of painting with oils. Although acrylic paints were available at the time, they dried too quickly and there were no methods to slow down the drying process. Acrylic have changed in the last 20 years
I had designated a small corner in the cellar as my personal art space. It consisted of my paints, a TV table to hold my palette, and a small wooden easel. Above, I had both a 3-way bulb and a large reflecting light to ensure proper lighting. The cellar was dark and dingy, but the space was mine.
I can vividly recall my first drawing, which depicted three coffee cans with a towel draped over another TV table. There was no back wall, and I didn't pay much attention to lighting. Although the drawing no longer exists, I remember spending countless hours perfecting the reflection and ensuring that the ovals of the cans were as accurate as possible in terms of perspective.
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