I would like to be able to paint, but feel unable to do so because I simply am not good enough. Each time I pick up a brush a concurrent feeling of inadequacy moves in to my head and I am stuck before I start. Is painting skill a genetic thing, a gene that you get along with the gay gene and a whole lot of other stuff, not all of it wanted.. I am not convinced.
I wanted to do a painting for this last project, to give myself an opportunity to practice in college.. but Alan asked what was the relevance and justification for making a painting to fulfill the brief on individuality and social control. I said I need to get over my panic about painting.. he said practice at home with still lifes.
As I always do what I am told.. today has been the first of what I hope will be many attempts to overcome this issue. Hopefully I won’t end up using my brushes for kindling in despair (as the bristles are nylon and will emit noxious fumes).
Armed with what I learned from Sara Beevers in her Painting and Drawing Classes two years ago, and two apples and a bucket of acrylic paints, I got stuck in. Half way through I needed a bit of help so I went and googled Cezanne, apple painter extroadinaire, who sorted me out.
Constructive criticism will be very welcome.