My First Painting

With the exception of graphic arts in high school, I have taken zero art classes in my life. Yes, I took 8 years of art in elementary school but anyone who went to school with me with agree with the following statement: Art class at Coleman Elementary School in the late 80s/early 90s was less about art and more about memorizing the definition of quiet.

I do, however, remember enjoying a painting unit where I did a painting inspired by Monet (and it hung in the high school band room for a while. ha. mainly because I forgot it in there one day and the teacher hung it up). So I was super excited when I finally signed up for the oil painting class at my neighborhood community center. 12 weeks of Thursday night classes for $50. What a bargain!

And the class is so fun! It's all skill levels, working at their own pace under the watchful eye of a great (but sorta critical) teacher.

And today, I am proud to say, I brought home my first painting! I may hang it in my kitchen. (Note: there is supposed to be fruit in the bowl, but I am not very good at painting fruit so I asked the teacher if I could just have an empty bowl. HA!) I think it's pretty!!!!