A few years ago I took up painting. I had done no Art since I was 14 and dropped it at secondary school. At that time I didn’t enjoy Art, was quite convinced I had no ability whatsoever and was pleased to drop it from my curriculum.
Over the intervening years I occasionally wistfully wished I could draw /paint, but considered it one of those things that others could do, not me. But the idea of ‘having a go’ appealed to me, and as I got less self conscious about my lack of talent I investigated some options. Back in 2014 I took the plunge and enrolled in a drawing and painting for beginners evening class at the local adult education college. It was true, I discovered, that I did not have a great deal of talent, but I enjoyed it and found it absorbing. My original aim had been to paint with watercolour, but that, I found is a great deal harder than it looks! I decided to have a go at Oil painting, and to my delight found it very satisfying – as the paint doesn’t dry for ages, there is plenty of opportunity to correct mistakes, and I enjoyed mixing colour and trying to create something pleasing to the eye.
I did 2 years of evening classes, and produced a number of paintings, (one of which is pictured above with apologies to M Monet! ) All very positive, but as my relationship broke down I found it impossible to get out in the evenings, and my general apathy resulted in lost motivation. I painted occasionally, but mostly my art box languished in the corner of my room and I made no serious effort to resume any creative activity. Last May, on holiday I had a most delightful chance encounter with a proper artist, which I wrote about here. I was enchanted, inspired and re-energised. But again, general apathy and lack of direction meant that I’ve dabbled a bit since then, tried to engage with another evening class … and its all kind of fizzled out.
But underneath I have realised that, talent-less or not, I am quite creative and really do enjoy ‘crafting and producing’ things. I’ve done silk painting, pottery painting, some patchwork, with varying degrees of success; I’ve attended a variety of exhibitions and tried to learn from the techniques I see displayed. I’ve even read a bit around the techniques, and practised my drawing skills occasionally…
Following my last, rather spiritless and tedious post (which reflects my mood sadly) I started wondering about what I could do, that I would enjoy, to give myself a bit more purpose and (hopefully) fulfilment. An evening class is too complicated for the moment, as I can’t commit to being out, but it occurred to me that a weekend day course might be an option.
Typically, once that thought has established itself in my brain, I have to act. So, as I write, I have booked a day course at the V&A museum in drawing (in April) ; a watercolour beginners day (in May) and a two day Oil painting course ( in June). I even got vouchers for two of them so that they were 1/2 price …Never one to do things by halves, me !
All of a sudden I feel a bit, well, energised, more positive and slightly invigorated… which is nice 🙂
Onwards and upwards …