Too much of a good thing?
On Sundays, my phone tells me how much time I’ve used it compared to the previous week, and today it told me I used it 16 more hours.
That’s almost exactly how many hours’ worth of watercolor tutorials I’ve watched on YouTube in the last 48 hours.
I had that migraine, as I mentioned, and I was wrapping up another week of chemo. So I spent a lot of time in bed with my phone in the overhead articulating arm watching Sarah Cray’s video tutorials on the Let’s Make Art channel.
Guys? These tutorials feel so accessible. I want to paint all the things, and I’m trying to figure out how to subscribe to the boxes. They’re pretty reasonably priced, but I really need to give up $40 worth of something to be able to afford them.
This fixed income shit. I tell ya.
Shakes fist at cloud.
But also—and this is the real issue—I packed away all my other art supplies so I wouldn’t be tempted to make a huge mess that I don’t have the energy to clean up. I need more art stuff right now like I need more tumor cells.
I’m not being mean to myself, either. I’m genuinely trying to be kind to myself by not making life harder with moving on the horizon.
But.
The.
Urge.
Is.
So.
Great.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, I just don’t know if I’ve mentioned it here: When I was a senior in high school, I wanted to take an art class.
The 2D art class was a prerequisite for all other art classes. So naturally it conflicted with another class I also really wanted to take that was only offered at one time: fourth year German.
My counselor was like, “Well, I’ll put you in 3D art and see what happens.”
What happened was on the first day of 3D art, the art teacher asked us to raise our hands if we hadn’t taken 2D art. Like a damn honest fool, I raised mine.
“Please go to the office to change your schedule,” she said.
For many years, I was bitter. And I’m still not entirely over being forced to make a choice, but I did make a choice, and I chose German.
Why? Being inducted into the National Honors Society and getting some other embossed decal on my diploma required four years of a foreign language.
If I had it to do over, though. I’d have made a different decision. Those academic things got me nothing. I failed out of my first semester at the University of Evansville because I didn’t attend classes and I didn’t officially unenroll.
When I enrolled at IUPUI seven years later as a “non-traditional” student, admissions didn’t give a rats’ ass about my high school transcript or my UE transcript. In fact, I got a full-ride scholarship.
Which I don’t share to brag, because looking back I see some serious privilege, but I do share it for the young. To let them know life after high school is so incredibly hopeful, even if you feel like a screw up.
Where the heck was I going with this?
Oh, yeah.
I really like art and I like adding color to my Zentangles and I like learning new things. And Let’s Make Art is not just like, here paint this. It’s more like, this is how you can achieve this look if you want.
…and by the way, here’s how to render 3D attributes on a 2D work
…and here’s some color theory
…and did you know Van Gogh wasn’t a “sucessful” painter while he was alive
…and here’s where you get the free outline because we just want you to experience the joy of painting
… and OMG! Do you see that bloom? Do. You. See. It?
Anyway, some people have giant stacks of books to be read. My Dad had an entire basement full of model trains. I have coloring books and Zentangle tiles and sketchbooks and art supplies just waiting for me to have a good enough day.
Because joy. Because when it comes to art, I can’t have too much of this good thing.
This. All. Of. This. I wanted to major in art at one point but because my dad was paying part of my tuition, I got the “no one ever made a living doing art” speech. That and the example of the guy he knew whose son went to an expensive ivy League school, majored in art, and when he graduated got a job as a janitor. π I lasted 2 years in a traditional degree program, well, we actually three different degree programs because I kept changing, and I dropped it all when I found a job that paid me well enough to leave home and be on my own. Eventually I got a part-time job that had tuition reimbursement as one of the benefits, as long as the classes or degree program you took was job related, but I managed to sneak art classes in there too so I had a dual major. π I currently have a box full of modeling clay supplies next to my bed and an unopened package that contains a watercolor kit. One of these days I’ll have the energy to use one of them. I hope. Here’s to the good days.
For a while, very young me took the experience as being kicked out of art. Like I didn’t belong or wasn’t allowed. Of course, I know better now, but screw everyone who makes someone else feel like art isn’t allowed–especially teachers though.
I love tart at the top of this post! Und ich bin Deutch ! Imagine my surprise upon learning that you had 4 years of classes! Sadly, I cannot speak fluent German, but I can get by conversationally. The reason for my knowledge is that my mom was born and raised in West Germany π©πͺ
With each blog post I learn a little more about you and my affection for you grows that much more π
Toll! π
I had another year of it in college at IUPUI, but I’m nowhere near good at it now. Just no opportunity to practice it really. (All my friends were taking Spanish.) My surname is German, and the ΓΌ got converted to ue when the family came to the US in the 19th (I think?) century.
Supposed to read the art, not tart.
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Thanks by the way!