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Jul. 30th, 2010 12:12 pmI've decided that, along with my writing, I'm going to go and do some painting this weekend. I've been meaning to get back into drawing and painting for some time (my childhood dream was always to be an animator) and I feel galvanised, especially given all those gorgeous pastels and watercolours I bought in Keswick a couple of weeks ago.
My mum is an astoundingly talented artist -- I need to scan in a picture of the beautiful mural of the Virgin Mary she did for a local school sometime - and I feel that I can never match her when it comes to painting.
Anyway, she's been clearing out my old room and decorating. Last night, she came across some paintings and asked me who had painted a picture of a sculpture in a Paris graveyard. I told her it was me.
'I thought you said you couldn't paint trees.'
'I can't,' I replied tersely. 'You know I can't.'
'But they were perfectly fine. It's a lovely picture. And I love how you captured the flow of the robes on the statue.'
I pretended that I thought she was loca and I didn't believe her. In reality, I was very pleased. She never gives praise where it's not due, so I know it was sincere. I'ma go and try painting some landscape in Knowsley. Doubtless, it'll have a backdrop of a very, very grey sky, but that's okay. It's easier to paint stupid clouds.
My mum is an astoundingly talented artist -- I need to scan in a picture of the beautiful mural of the Virgin Mary she did for a local school sometime - and I feel that I can never match her when it comes to painting.
Anyway, she's been clearing out my old room and decorating. Last night, she came across some paintings and asked me who had painted a picture of a sculpture in a Paris graveyard. I told her it was me.
'I thought you said you couldn't paint trees.'
'I can't,' I replied tersely. 'You know I can't.'
'But they were perfectly fine. It's a lovely picture. And I love how you captured the flow of the robes on the statue.'
I pretended that I thought she was loca and I didn't believe her. In reality, I was very pleased. She never gives praise where it's not due, so I know it was sincere. I'ma go and try painting some landscape in Knowsley. Doubtless, it'll have a backdrop of a very, very grey sky, but that's okay. It's easier to paint stupid clouds.
