art

When I was in middle school and high school, I was quite good at art, and thoroughly considering studying it, but I did not feel my talents were well rounded enough. I was decent at sketching, and confident with color, well in fact I was brilliantly in love with color, but I could not draw shapes well, or perspective, and faces were disastrous, somehow I could never quite complete a piece of art. I felt I could draw certain aspects, but did not know how to piece them together to create a cohesive complete drawing/painting. Anyway the other day I read something very moving about Vincent Van Gogh's life, so I browsed through our massive Impressionism art book and it dawned on me (in the time span of a minute) that this was the art style for me! I was not good with detailed shapes, but was excellent with color. At once I got out the brushes and acrylic paint, the good paper, and my daughter and we began painting, browsing the book for inspiration.
Painting in fun dots and sploshes, and mixing colors suited me just perfectly, I loved it, this really was the art movement for me. Well as long as I stay with simpler things like nature, and keep away from painting humans I feel comfortable and overjoyed.

These are in honor of my mother, today June 14th is her birthday, and she has always been the greatest supporter and fan of my art work, weather good or not so good. I love you Mama.


My daughter's is the first one with the gold ornaments surrounding it, it's quite a masterpiece considering she is only six. Mine are the following three in chronological order. The autumn one that we both did is my first impressionism painting ever, then the spring blossoms one, and the poppy field.