Last night, I tried my hand at being an arteest. Those who know me know I’m artistically-challenged. Growing up, I tried my hand at painting and drawing, but everything ended up looking like a three-year old did it. I even tried tracing for a spell, but managed to eff that up too. And, really, how much do you have to suck to mess up tracing? You’re not even creating an original work; you’re drawing over another person’s artwork.
Seeing that stick figures and crudely-drawn people were becoming acceptable forms of artwork, I even tried my hand at a simple (yet HIlarious) comic. Because, really, who can screw up stick figures?
So, yeah. I really suck. But last night, I dabbled yet again in the world of visual art by taking a class at Painting With a Twist (in which the “twist” means you can drink, holla!). It was my first meet-up with the lovely ladies of the Tampa Bay Blogger Gals group, so it was a night of firsts: of meeting new people, and of attempting to paint my very first acrylic piece. I was skeptical about the painting (the girls, on the other hand, were very sweet and welcoming). I just couldn’t wrap my head around a class that promised its artistically-inept students they would have a somewhat decent painting by the time they were through. Especially while drinking. But I figured if the Real Housewives of Orange County could handle it, then it couldn’t be that hard.
The painting we were trying to re-create was called, “Summer Coolness:”
We started off by painting our background. Easy-peasy:
Then we created our glasses. Surprisingly, this was also easy, as our teacher broke it down into shapes, which I appreciated, as it was very kindergarten-like, and right on par with my skill set.
Two hours and a bottle of wine later (say whaaaa?!) I had my masterpiece:
Now I’m no Picasso, and I don’t anticipate on quitting my day job to paint murals all the livelong day, but I don’t think it’s half-bad. Considering the failed comic strip, I’ve come a long way.
So, where am I gonna put this thing? Right now it’s currently on my dining table, but I think I will hang it up over my desk at work. My office mates have been on me about putting decorations up, and it’ll pwn the painting a co-worker has in his office, one his school-age children did. Which, it’s not really a contest, but it kind of is.