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Well, This Could Be Awkward

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So, I read today’s Zero to Hero Challenge, and it sends the challengees to a new link and suggests we participate in the Daily Prompt.¬†Okaaaayyy. Do I have a reputation? Hmmm. But first there’s a post I HAVE to post today, and it’s about my dad. Maybe these things are connected. I mean, I was a “daddy’s girl” and all, and yeah, years of therapy have taught me that many of the things that I’m about, my “reputation” as it were, have to do with things that happened in my childhood.

I thought that it would be hard to start writing this post. I wanted to set the right tone, without being shocking, maudlin, or look like I needed sympathy or condolences. But the reason I have to write this particular post is that today is the 23rd anniversary of my father’s suicide. Did you see the sentence above about years of therapy? For me, I mean. My dad was an alcoholic and we (my immediate family and others) are pretty much in agreement that he had bipolar disorder (undiagnosed). It was almost half a lifetime ago, and I’ve come to terms with it. So today, I wanted to focus just a little bit on something else that made my dad my dad. Gave him his reputation.

Dad was an artist (writer, painter, photographer, among other things) and he LOVED anything to do with aviation. LOVED. That was his reputation. He always had something he was creating. Always taking pictures, writing, and painting. Usually not all at the same time, but who knows what was going on in that always scheming and plotting mind of his. He had lots of projects. Mostly in the garage.

It was in our garage where he ¬†developed one style of artwork that was so identifiable, that when Roland (see new widget with my “cast of characters” in the sidebar) saw my latest painting, he knew the reference immediately.

Mine painting is much smaller, because my dad did everything big. He would paint a large canvas or board all black. Then take the time-honored artist technique of flicking paint with a toothbrush, and create stars. His piece de resistance was the planets. He would raid our kitchen “stealing” round items, usually pie plates, much to my mom’s dismay. I’m pretty sure he used oil paint and he would squish blobs of paint from the tubes, randomly on the bottom of said pie plate. Then he would flip the plate over, and press the pie plate to the canvas, slowly spinning it to create his planet.

He spent hours perfecting the technique of planet creation, and I confess that my planets were created more timidly. Ultimately, I just painted the circles. Sorry, Dad. The airplanes on my painting were originally drawn by my dad when he was in high school. I found the drawings in an envelope with some old photos, scanned them, and inverted the colors. The photo of the little boy in the plane is actually my dad, taken in the late 1930s. You can see his love of aviation started very young. So the painting above is a collaboration of sorts.

Today’s post is not about me, but my dad, and his reputation for a love of all things aviation and creative. Boy, I can only imagine what he would have done with a digital camera…

Happy flying, Dad.

My Own Style

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Sure, doing exercises from books is really useful for learning the “rules” of painting, but I really want to develop my own style. So this is my first that’s not from any book. I started with a photograph, painting with acrylic paints. After the landscape was finished, I printed the photo on tracing paper, and cut out the picture of my dad and one of the trees. Then glued them on. Not exactly my complete vision, but for me, I like this direction.

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Photo inspiration:

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Learning Shading

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Working a full time retail job leaves little time for weekend painting classes, so I turned to books. I purchased Acrylic Painting with Lee Hammond, and one of the first exercises was learning the Elements of Shading. Just painting random gray spheres seemed kind of boring, so this is my interpretation. The rainbow didn’t turn out quite like I envisioned, but it works for me.

Acrylic paint, magazine pages

Spark #2

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In September, 2012, I took a weekend painting class at Spruill Center for the Arts in Atlanta. The class was called landscapes and collage (or something like that), and turned out to be different than what I was expecting, but having never really done any painting (except walls in my house), I was intrigued. Oh, yeah, I had also been doing some experimenting with watercolors in the 366 Pages journal mentioned yesterday. This class was primarily acrylics, though not this introductory piece. This piece was the first thing the instructor had us do. Let’s call it the Paper Tree Forest.

Construction paper, colored chalk