The first class that I took was called Story Painting with Punch by Gina Rossi Armfield. I was hoping that I would really get something from this class since I incorporate a lot of images into the things that I make. What I got from the class is something I already knew. I need to understand composition better. The class didn't offer much work time which I really wanted. And by the time I asked for help there were so many people waiting to be helpd that I didn't get any. I think the class could have been better, should have been better. I think my frustration over lack of work time affected my ability to work when I could. My fault. If that happens to me again I will try to remain calm inside and stay focused. After the class I went straight back to my camper to continue working on the painting. Once I was on my own though, I found myself veering away from the concept of what had been suggested at the class and moving more towards my own style.
I tried. I even tried the next morning and night. I felt obsessed with this (and another) painting. I thought that if I had the right material to make it black on the edge that I would get it closer to what the class samples suggested. So, I added the black and... nothing. Still just as bad. Ah well. I am going to let them rest a bit and come back to them when the mood strikes me.




























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