I don’t try to paint pretty pictures.
I actually dislike how pretty my pictures seem, now that I’ve seen them tiled together after editing my Oil Painting page.
It’s like cotton candy, saccharine and.. I don’t know.. nice. I could write an entirely separate post analyzing why I seem to take scenes that go largely unnoticed, and paint them in sugary, saturated colors. I see beauty in things which I assume others interpret as ugly, or don’t bother to notice or interpret at all, and then I turn them into candy.
It’s like I’m a kid with a sugar addiction when it comes to mixing color. I try to muddy my palette down, but the finished painting still appears so saturated and vibrant.
Ok, I’ll stop with this, and get to the point.
I visited my Alma Mater yesterday, with my dear friend and colleague Sara.
We viewed the current Faculty Exhibit at the campus gallery, then visited with our old professors. It was perfect timing; there were students working in the studio, but neither of the professors had any formal classes in session.