My red barn painting is finally taking shape. It is far from a masterpiece…yet (remember dear reader, optimistic thinking). However, I am starting to have more fun with the painting as I gain confidence that it will at least be something I can hang around our home. No worries, the barn will change again, I have just blocked in the general details of the red barn.
However, my happiness is a little muddied this week because I have lost my pear paintings. I have been carrying them around in a shoe box to protect them. Yes, not very conventional, but highly effective. I left them under my painting table this past Saturday during class because I ran out of space on the surface of the table. When class ended, I hurried out to make it to a dinner party and forgot the paintings. I returned about 20 minutes later to find that the shoebox was gone and no one at University Art knew where they went.
I am really hoping that one of the other students took it home in order to keep it safe until next week noticing I had left art class without them. As you can imagine, these paintings have much more emotional value to me than intrinsic value to anyone else. I have my fingers crossed and will let you know what happens in the next art class.
Please send me some good karma dear reader!
