Andrea Original

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.

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About fishandchipsandsalsa

This is the story of a newlywed-ish couple in Dallas about to pack up their lives and pups to move to jolly ol' England. They will miss good family, good friends and good fajitas.
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6 Responses to Andrea Original

  1. Dad says:

    I am just curious about one thing, what are you going to title your pieces of mastery?

  2. Cindy Williams says:

    Let me know when the price for your art peaks – I have a vast store of your early works in my attic and spread throughout my house! Not that I could part with one.

  3. Carole says:

    Maybe it is the resolution on my monitor but do your blue tights in the masthead match the paintings? GO ANDREA for being creative (& brave) enough to paint with kitchen knives and take out menus! Good to “talk” to you today…. : )

  4. Cindy Williams says:

    My computer shows the tights to be purple!

  5. Dad says:

    I actually see an Indian Chief in your first picture. Just hang it landscape instead of portrait and you have it.

  6. Jiji says:

    Dad sees an Indian Chief. In person it looks more like a bluejay’s head. And, I wondered what those empty nails were for in your bedroom. Your art work with kitchen knife & takey outy menu is Mahvelous! Much better than the German art work at our hotel.

    Missing u & Mike today. Thanks for a wonderful visit and thanks to God for all the wonderful snow and a safe trip home. Only an hr late on arrival to DFW! I’m really “in” the Christmas spirit. Guess that means Christmas music & decorating this week!

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