first lessons
I have to say it's exciting learning that you're wrong, especially when 'wrong' refers to completely skipping over something because you might not enjoy it. For me, that's like oil painting. After listening to me kvetch about how I never have time to attend classes, and knowing that I want to be a landscape artist, husband found one to mentor me. Technically speaking, he's actually teaching me since I've never had a class in beginning painting. And. he's an oil painter. I had, early on, discounted the idea of oil painting, assuming that it was 1) messy, 2) would trigger huge asthma attacks, 3) was messy, and 4) I can't paint wet-on-wet. I'm amazed to find that it's not smelly, especially since there's something called "odorless paint thinner," and since I wear gloves and a smock, it's not messy at all. In face, it's easier to clean up because it doesn't dry in 30 seconds, like acrylics, ruinin...