Pablo Picasso

“Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.”
― Pablo Picasso

When I was in high school, I used to paint. I liked it.  I could lose my self in the scene I was working on and the colors I was using to bring emotion of definition to what I was painting.  I wouldn’t call myself a Mary Cassatt.  But I thought I did okay.

One of the things I have put on my bucket list was to take some painting classes.  I wanted to have companionship  of “kindred spirits”. I also knew that the act of painting, itself, wouldn’t set off a flare-up… I hope.

A wonderfully little kitschy local shop, Mr. Twitters’s, offered a two-hour painting class for $25 this past Thursday.  I jumped at the opportunity. 

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We had a total of 9 students in the class
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Our muse. I forgot what kind of flowers these are. Our instructor took this picture of these flowers in her garden.
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First, we were to prep our canvas. By making the background less white, the darker colors of the photo – when we paint them – will be richer
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Using brown we outlined the general shape of the flowers and leaves. We then used blue and brown to fill in the dark areas of the photo
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Adding the color to the flowers, we added more brown and yellow or more white to allow the different hues to come through and give depth to the paining.
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After the shadowy darker hues were added. We then used the whites and yellows to add the stamen and the highlights.
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No too bad for the first time in many years of picking up a brush.

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