Have you ever attempted to paint in oils?

The reason I am asking is because I think that many have tried, but how many have actually succeeded?
What I am speaking about is gallery showing quality. Where a stranger of “the arts” ability noticed how terrific your interpretation of the light or shadows or object of art is.

Nah, neither have I, but the story that I am reading has a bit to do with that.
The artist, who doesn’t realize that he has talent, is deluged with accolades from new friends and his old family and the art world at large.
I will only allow another snippet from the novel, since I don’t want to ruin it for any who may have not yet read it.

I sort of lied before about not trying to paint in oils since I really had tried during my teen years, and without any classes or anything. I got an easel, and paints from who or where I don’t recall, and I began trying to accomplish what others study years to do, and I chose not a still life of fruit or flowers but what many considered the extremely most difficult thing to paint, a human hand, just a hand, my own darn hand, please don’t laugh.

Yes, if you recall I did say I was in my teens at that time, and challenges were exciting and meant to be tried with gusto.
Not like today when we as the older we get we just find ourselves trying a new way to do things that we once took for granted that now they can be confrontational in our daily grind, and we want to continue on this life’s journey for as long as we so choose. In those younger days I would like to think that I was fearless in trying new and different things, legal things, that is, for I was a good girl. LOL, yes I was!

I was quite fortunate in my growing up years that Mom and Dad encouraged that trying everything behavior and I did take advantage of it by taking all types of classes such as dance at the age four to my teens, and voice lessons, tennis anyone, figure skating, piano and clarinet, skiing, water skiing, and on and on. And so when our sons were small we did the same with them, and it is nice to know that trying is just that to see if you have an aptitude for it or enjoy it and want to continue.

Getting back to my artist rendition of my hand that was my downfall I set my sights perhaps way too high for a first timer and so I also set myself up to fail. And I painted over the canvas that displayed my right hand never ever to be seen by anyone, and so I shut my own door into any possibilities of learning more of if it was any good or just crap as I believe to this day. But that is not to say I don’t appreciate art, because I do, and even studied history of art in college, and did quite well.
That’s the way it goes in some cases you know, some love to create and some love to look, and I suppose I am the latter. But without the lookers the creators would of course have no one to show them to!


On that pondering of a very slight epiphany we will wish you all a good night and advise you to count those blessings and we will too!