This is one of the windows in my house, with floor length sheers that blow in the breeze when the window is open.
I just got back last night from spending some time visiting with my family. It was a nice time, although I didn’t spend any time drawing. I did however, get out onto the lake and I also got to see Katie and Cody frolicking together in the water.
On Friday, I had my second acrylic painting class. I feel very awkward with acrylic I must say. The last time I painted in anything other than watercolor was when I used to take folk painting classes when I was eleven and twelve. Someone gave me some paints and brushes, so I thought I’d at least take a class to see if it was something I’d like to invest more time and expense in learning how to do properly.
There are a few “demanding” students that really suck away a lot of the teacher’s time, and I was sort of upset that he spent not even five minutes with me at the first class. I was a little bit more vocal this time though, so I got to spend more time with the instructor. I brought along one of my old sketchbooks because I am using a past drawing as a reference for my painting and he spent some time looking though it. He gave me some pointers on my portrait drawings, which was very helpful. He was also impressed with my pen and ink work. Yay!
One interesting thing was that the instructor had the idea that colored pencil was something only useful for “preliminary color studies” and he also said that “it’s something that we might as well contend with,” although he did admit that I’m pretty good with it. I took another art class last year and the teacher also had a negative view of colored pencil. I know that colored pencil is relatively new on the scene, but I had no idea that so many people have a prejudice against it. There are so many artists that I admire like Katherine Tyrrell and Nicole Caulfield that work in colored pencil. Has anyone else encountered a similar negative view of colored pencil?
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