“With both feet in, you’re sure to win. Leave one foot out, you’re surrendering to doubt.” ~M
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Long forgotten art projects
I’ve been thinking about getting back into drawing and painting. It’s been such a long time since I’ve done much of anything. The most I seem to accomplish anymore, is explaining certain art techniques to my girls.
Today I came across these old art projects of mine. I painted the tiger 29 years ago, and I drew the sketch of my oldest daughter when she was 2 years old. Unfortunately, neither one of these projects has ever been completely finished.
The painting of the tiger was for a class project. There were three of us in the class, who were basically given the same assignment. We were all told to draw the same tiger, and we were given a photo out of a magazine to share as a reference. The only difference was, I was assigned the job of painting the tiger, while another girl was told to draw hers using ink, and the boy who was chosen, was told to use pencil.
I have to say, their drawings turned out so much better than my painting. I wish I had a picture of their completed assignments. They were both amazingly talented, and I felt quite inferior when I saw their finished results. In fact, the girl in my class, actually won an award for her ink drawing. I am quite sure she must have gone on, and made a career out of her artistic abilities.
I was quite disappointed, because I ran out of time for completing my assignment. It was the first time I had ever had the opportunity to do a painting, and so it took me awhile to figure out how to work with the acrylic paints. Plus, I was in a drawing class at the time, and my teacher decided to have me be the only student to do a painting. So I really had no idea what I was doing.
My teacher must have known that I’d be able to figure it out though, and so he sent me home with a set of paints to play around with. I really wish I could have spent more time on the project. The bottom portion of the painting lacks the detail I wanted to add; but because I was forced to hand the painting in for grading, I had to leave it unfinished. I remember the day the project was due, I got to class 10 minutes early, just so I could add the whiskers. Nothing like waiting until the last minute! Lol…
So what do all of you you think? Should I attempt to throw myself back into a little bit of artwork once again? It might be fun to at least designate one night a week for drawing or painting. I’m still unsure of where to even begin at this point in my life, but I think it would be a nice change of pace once and awhile.
Make a difference…
“Each one of us has the ability to make a difference in the world. A simple smile can be all that it takes.” ~M
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New Series… Tales of the Dark Side – (Part 1, Childhood Pranks)
Yes, I was the bratty older sister, and anyone who has known me long enough, realizes just how naughty I can be. Most of my friends and family members know, that if the opportunity arises for me to pull a good prank, I’m usually up for the challenge. So let me take you back to my senior year in high school…
I had a brother who was an annoying twerp. Being he was eleven years younger than me, I loathed his presence most days; and since he was much younger, he sort of put a crimp in my bleached blond style. Especially on one particular day, I remember it well…
I had just gotten home from shopping with my super cool boyfriend, Eddie Spaghetti. I know… some nickname, but it’s what his sister called him, so it was a name that stuck. Anyway, Eddie dropped me off at my door, and I went inside wearing my brand new suede jacket. I had been saving my money from an after school job for months, and even though the jacket was a size too big, I had bought it anyway. It was exactly what I felt I needed, to properly fit in at school.
I headed for the kitchen, starved from not eating all day, and saw my brother standing there holding a can of coke. I sauntered over to him, showing off my new look, and said very casually, “What do you think of my new suede jacket? It only cost me $300.” Well, that did it, my brother had just taken a huge swig of soda, and he immediately started choking.
Coke began spurting uncontrollably out of his nose and then shot straight out from his mouth, spraying ruthlessly in my direction. By the end of his choking fit, (yes, you guessed it) I was completely covered in a thick layer of coke spittle. Or should I say, my new $300 jacket was covered. My brother immediately started laughing and pointing his finger at me, and in his taunting young voice, he said, “Ha ha… I ruined your new jacket…”
I stood there in shock, trying to absorb what had just happened, and then I suddenly lost all control. All I knew in that moment, was that my brother needed to be taken down, strangled, and left for dead. Well, as I was in the process of choking the living hell out of my angelic little brother, my mother happened to show up.
Having just gotten home, she didn’t seem very happy with what she had walked into. As expected, I got the full ass chewing, about a million crude words hissed at me, and booted into my room where I was grounded for the rest of the day. I still wanted to kill my brother, but knew I’d never be able to get away with it. Then the idea of revenge began to seep into my mind.
To be continued… here
The Daily Post prompt – Not Lemonade
Worry not, but when…
“Be worried not, if I’m distraught. Be worried when, I don’t write again.” ~M
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Putting My Feet in the Dirt 