Sometimes I do stupid things. Good things but stupid things. Our bedroom walls are pretty blank. The ceilings are really low and the walls are a pain because they are plaster but I decided that is no excuse for living with blank walls for that long. I also fancy myself a bit artistic. I am not artistic but I like to think that I am. So I thought I could make some art for our bedroom for a fraction of the cost that I could buy anything. On Tuesday I walked to an art supply store not far from work and then wrestled two canvases and a bag of paint supplies on the tube ride home. I decided it would look much more like real art if I used real oil paints.
I set up by covering my table with wax paper:
I made an artists palette by putting a ziploc baggie on my pink cutting board.
And I go to painting my abstract paintings. I had a great time doing it but by the end I looked like a Smurf and Kricket had a blue foot. The finished results:
In an effort to produce different textures (but having no knowledge of ways to do that) some of this paint was applied with a kitchen knife and some of it with the edge of a Chinese take out menu that was shoved through our mail slot. The creative juices were really flowing.
I propped them up in the spare room to dry and checked on them when I got home from work the next day and they were still wet. Completely and totally wet. It made me do some handy googling and I found out that it can take WEEKS for oil paints to dry. Which would be fine if I had a studio or a garage. Instead I have company coming to stay on Sunday and giant wet paintings on the floor. Excellent. So I decided to do what any reasonable person would do and hang them anyway. I haven’t hung them in their permanent place because wanted to make sure they were up and away so that no one accidentally touched them. They look a little funny right now being up so high but at least they can hang and dry.
Maybe I could tell people that I am an awesome artist and all kinds of random crap about what the blobbies of color mean to me and the emotions they convey and then charge thousands of dollars/pounds/euros/yen for them to own an Andrea original. Ehhh I think I will stick to my day job.