The local art place here has a regular Friday-night event involving drinks, snacks, and–oh yeah–painting. Each night has a theme, and last weekend the theme was Van Gogh. My knitting friends and I headed down there not only for some creative fun, but for our long-overdue holiday exchange (don’t laugh; we were distracted by a charity project in December and had a hard time getting our schedules together in January.)
I brought a snapshot I’d taken maybe 10 years ago. Even then I wanted to do a painting based on it, so as you can see, I really do get around to the things I say I’m going to do–eventually. These are some butterfly habitat boxes at a nearby park:
Aside from some minor detail picking (and later varnishing), this is pretty much finished. I aimed for a Van Gogh-ish build of layers and thick strokes. Actually, that’s not true. I just aimed to do the best I could while being totally out of practice. As usual, I enjoyed this immensely, and as usual, I wish I spent more time drawing and painting. It was weird being in a room with about sixty people painting together. Most of them were really good, or at least really into it. The last time I painted with others it was in high school and the class was total graduation-requirement, low-interest bullshit. Maybe I would do well to take a real class now.
Or maybe I should get back to jewelry and keep my eye on my goals. In any case, here’s what I’ve got after sealing the painting. I think I might actually hang it up in my living room.