While I was on the 101 fwy, I saw this woman walking along side; didn't see a broken down car or anything.
Four people in New York, Los Angeles, and Germany. Stopping, noticing, sharing - one photo/four people/every day. (For now we are just three, but hopefully four again soon.)
Friday, September 28, 2012
The How of It
Art college for the fine artist is all about the why of it - theory and critique. It's all about figuring out why you are making art.
In art college, very little is directed to the how of it. No one taught me how to prepare a canvas or organize a palette of colors. No one showed me how Rembrandt or Rubens painted.
Now, it's time to learn the how.
I'm taking a painting class that is the exact opposite of the painting classes I had in college. This one is all technique and no content. No one here cares why I'm painting; they only care how. A hard mental switch, and a slow process of painting. But I'm happy.
In art college, very little is directed to the how of it. No one taught me how to prepare a canvas or organize a palette of colors. No one showed me how Rembrandt or Rubens painted.
Now, it's time to learn the how.
I'm taking a painting class that is the exact opposite of the painting classes I had in college. This one is all technique and no content. No one here cares why I'm painting; they only care how. A hard mental switch, and a slow process of painting. But I'm happy.
The underdrawing on my carefully prepared wooden panel |
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