Since it's one day left to the big V. day I figured I would talk about my love for
art! While everyone is out prowling the streets or sharing chocolates my heart has always been in tuned to my passion for artistic expression. I always had a creative interest, it started when my teacher told me how I should be holding my pencil. LOL, I never did to this day hold my pencil the way I was taught back in school, I guess you can say it's a rebellion thing or just I was setting my own way of how I was starting out, before I even new what I was even doing. I was told squinting your eyes was wrong and holding your pencil my way would give me arthritis (cramps).
Well I'm still at it, and their was a time I was doing a bunch of wood burn or pyro, etching, art, what ever you want to call it. I was really enjoying doing that art work because of the Aroma, ever get a scent of a perfume shop, or the smell of a wood shop or your girlfriend, boyfriend scent? You loved it right, this how it was when doing that art, the aroma of the wood and the coloring of the wood as I progressed with the art of the picture.
Thinking back, doing that wood art made me think of when I was doing electrician work at a saw mill and just the smell was relaxing. I had my arms deep in a electrician troff. That's a different story.
Painting was the same, you fall in love with the paint of the colors, when you pick your brushes, you run the bristles through your hand to check the softness, or run them on your cheek to check how it's going to flow with your paints.
Drawing I loved using mechanical pencils, the smallest I could find so I could do the most littlest detail and always had more lead when it broke. You always had to be so gentle. Same with painting, the stroke of the brush....
This picture sums it up.........
Well I'm still at it, and their was a time I was doing a bunch of wood burn or pyro, etching, art, what ever you want to call it. I was really enjoying doing that art work because of the Aroma, ever get a scent of a perfume shop, or the smell of a wood shop or your girlfriend, boyfriend scent? You loved it right, this how it was when doing that art, the aroma of the wood and the coloring of the wood as I progressed with the art of the picture.
Thinking back, doing that wood art made me think of when I was doing electrician work at a saw mill and just the smell was relaxing. I had my arms deep in a electrician troff. That's a different story.
Painting was the same, you fall in love with the paint of the colors, when you pick your brushes, you run the bristles through your hand to check the softness, or run them on your cheek to check how it's going to flow with your paints.
Drawing I loved using mechanical pencils, the smallest I could find so I could do the most littlest detail and always had more lead when it broke. You always had to be so gentle. Same with painting, the stroke of the brush....
This picture sums it up.........
