A long, long, time ago I was an art student. Well okay, I was a student who took two college art courses (three if you count Art in Humanities. Which no one does.) In hind sight I wish I had double majored. Not because I was good at it, but because I enjoyed it. And because the point of going to school was to learn.
But I was young and in my youthful arrogance/naitive I had the silly notion that one should only study what one was already good at. Ahem. So I was a history/psychology gal who dabbled in art, theatre and writing.
My mother on the other hand, was an actual art student, for a year untill she ran off and married my father in a stone chapel under a rainy sky. But that is another post (or book) all together.
This is what is left of her paints from that year.
On Friday we dug them out along with a tub of markers and Miles and I went to creating.
I Â painted and he drew maps and Hobbitt scenes.
I adore Pam Garrison’s paintings and style. For a while now I have wanted to try this “doddle painting/journaling.”
I figured now was as good a time as any to get my brush wet.
Obviously I am no Pam Garrison.
But it was fun to try something new. To start. To play for the sake of playing.
I highly recomend it.
Oh, playing with art and creating together is such a lovely thing! Process, not product and all that. đŸ™‚
awwwee jerusalem…that's simply beautiful!