Monday in the absolute height of my snowed in boredom I did something that I haven’t done for years. I dug out my paint set, brushes, and canvas and sat down to paint. That was the first time I’ve painted anything aside from walls or cabinets in almost ten years. lol. I only know that it’s been almost ten years because my last successful painting is hanging in our kitchen with the date on it. 10/10/04. It didn’t feel like it had been that long, but apparently it had.
I’ve always been creative in one form or another, whether it be writing, poetry, singing, playing the piano (which I also haven’t touched in about ten years) sketching, photography, painting, acting…. really I run the gambit as far as creativity goes. My favorite medium, aside from writing, has to be oil paints. Yesterday was the first time I’d actually been able to sit down with them and explore the medium. In the past I’ve painted with acrylic because it’s inexpensive, and my favorite technique is spongeing. The oil paints just give things such a different dimension, and texture. I love it! The way you can see the brush strokes in the paint, and the ridges left behind after things dry. It’s almost like you are pasting color onto canvas instead of just allowing it to soak in. I’m definitely going to be painting more often this year.
I enjoy all of my various artistic outlets, but painting… I think that’s my favorite. I love how no matter what I paint for my own specific reasons can be interpreted a million different ways, and that in all essence none of those interpretations are truly WRONG. Sure people might not see what I felt as I was painting, but what ever my art stirs in them is what they need to see or feel. I LOVE THAT. I also love the fact that when it comes to paint and canvas there really aren’t any rules. I could literally throw a glob of pain in the center of the canvas and call it done. Or I could sit down with tiny intricate brushes and paint an incredibly realistic portrait. Either one is art.
The same could be said of writing, but… the freedom of expression just isn’t quite the same. There are certain rules you have to follow with grammar and punctuation for whatever it is that you’re writing to be clearly understood. Of course those rules are increasingly becoming suggestions, and even things written clearly can be interpreted differently. In some ways it’s the same. Especially when it comes to poetry, the different interpretations aren’t necessarily WRONG, but very rarely do they match up with my own. I guess that’s why I like displaying my snippets of writing here to clearly gauge what I’m trying to express?
Anyway… Until later Bloggies. 🙂