I'm making my blog posts in kinda chronological order. I say kinda because I don't really have dates as to when I first created everything. I do have pictures in my photo library but I also lost part of my library a few years ago and suffered some data corruption on my drive so I don't necessarily trust the dates listed for everything.
What I do know is that the painting above was the first painting I did as an adult. I went to Michaels Art Supply and bought all the supplies necessary to do my first piece of art. I got canvas board, acrylic paint, brushes, rulers, a mini easel that fit on top of the mini TV stand I had in my room and got to work. 🎨
I think the thing that took the most time with this piece of work was drawing the boxes for the checkerboard background. I kept having to re-measure and re-do them to get them to be the size I liked.
I actually had a whole series of paintings planned and did start a few, but they all came out crappy so this is the only painting I have left.
The thing I was most proud of was the single page that is floating in the air. Having a painting that is so structured and so measured and having a single page wafting in the breeze gave it character and movement.
A random memory about this piece is that the burgundy book actually started out golden rod yellow I think. I remember that I thought the color looked awful next to everything else and I also wanted to try my hand at mixing colors. I didn't realize at the time that if you don't mix pure colors, they come out looking like 💩. Thankfully, I kept adding red or magenta to my paint palette and finally came up with the color you see in my painting. That's the reason why that book is less transparent than the other books in the painting.
It's always been a lesson that art doesn't always come out the way you imagined at the beginning, but that you shouldn't give up and somehow something beautiful can appear in the end.