I have never considered myself an artist. While I love paintings, drawings, mosaics, and everything in between, I am much better suited to the written word. I have carried this belief with me since my school years, back when I noticed all my friends and classmates had learned how to create realistic scenes and I was still drawing stick figures.
The one thing I always stuck with was coloring. I mean, you don’t even have to draw the picture. Just buy a book and fill it with as many colors as you want. Unfortunately, I still can’t seem to stay inside the lines.
Once Choo-choo seemed bored of just using crayons to color in a book, I decided maybe we should expand our artistic horizons. I started him on Color Wonder finger paint (which is a godsend to parents, and no, this is not a paid endorsement). We then moved up to Color Wonder markers then washable markers. Then I made the very brave (in my opinion) decision to buy him a finger print book with ink pads.
We have spent hours creating with all of this, even mixing it all at once, using crayons, markers, and ink to create unique pieces of art. In all of this, I noticed a longing I’d developed for trying something I hadn’t done since high school art class. I wanted to create a painting.
I made two in May, one for my mom and one for Diesel’s mom for Mother’s Day. Well, I started them in May. I finished one in June and the other in July. I think what took me so long was that I looked at the canvases every day and realized neither picture was what I had imagined in my mind. I knew I do not possess the skills needed to create what I envision.
And yet, here I am, wanting to make another painting. Actually, I want to make a mixed media piece, applying several different mediums to my canvas in addition to just paint. Despite my lack of abilities, I am so excited about this endeavor. I can’t wait to see how it turns out. Though it will never become a masterpiece, it will be something of which I will be extremely proud.