Tim had the bright idea that before we attempt to create a painting 63x 36h we should each buy a practice canvas 11x14 and attempt our hand at creating what we had imagined to be a master piece riddled with sand, sea glass and shells. Weeks passed as the canvas sat in the closet.
The Fourth of July seemed quiet. We decided to spend the afternoon relaxing in the gazebo painting our practice masterpiece. The anticipation was exciting. We gathered all our materials. Acrylic paint~check, water & small cups to rinse our brushes~check, canvas~check, small pieces of sea glass~check
We quickly realized we have no talent. After the first try we both did a cover-up and started again.
The moral of this story? We both come from an era where the sky was the limit. Our parents reinforced this by telling us how great we are/were at everything we attempted to accomplished. How bold we were to not even consider that we did not have the creative talent to pull this off.
Our second attempt is pictured here. What a downer it is to hit that brick wall, have the cold ice water bucket dumped over our heads waking us to reality.
We did decide the pictures of our paintings looks great so that means we ARE photographers not painters. Will this stop us? Sadly it won't. We will live another day to paint again.
Beware Jamie Wyeth we are hot on your trail. Not because we think we are great but because our parents do!
PS: I made Tim promise that after I pass away and become famous and they discover my very first painting, hiding just below my Balancing Rocks, let everyone know that my original was named, All About ME.
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