So I blogged recently about my foray into art.
This past week during what I can only call a mini-breakdown (or was it a creative breakthrough?) I spent some time drawing and painting, the first time I've ventured into this since Grade 9 Art class. Sure, I've been playing for the past year, which I think laid a great foundation for the work I'm doing now, but was not inclined to make the leap into anything "serious" until now.
Frankly, I was just curious to see what I could do. I had, and still have, no expectations of my work being deemed "good". I'm just impressed I can do this stuff at all, because I didn't know I could. It takes a lot to surprise me. And I'm always happy when those rare surprises can come from within.
So, I started the week with some basic sketching. Yes, I love tulips.
Then I moved into an abstract piece. Acrylic on canvas.
And then, this morning I woke up wondering if I could actually paint one of my sketches in colour. Apparently I can. Again, acrylic on canvas.
So there you have it. She's tall. She's a penguin. And apparently she can do arty stuff. Who knew?