I am no Picasso

And I certainly am no Monet.  Not that I thought I was before tonight.  I was just made more abundantly clear.

Tonight I had dinner with a couple of friends followed by a couple of hours at a local art gallery.  I spent two hours creating my very own masterpiece on canvas under the supervision of an art instructor.  Not him:

 

 

Tonight’s theme:  a man in a sailboat 

Yes, the left-handed artistically challenged Greek girl was going to recreate this photo on her own canvas.  Riiiight.

No laughing please.  This was serious business.  When my own money is involved, it is serious.  We sat down to a blank canvas atop a desktop tripod, a large jar of water and our palette included several colors of acrylic paint plopped on a Styrofoam plate!  Nothing screams fancy art gallery more than Styrofoam.

First task at hand, create brown paint from the blobs of color on our plate.  Couldn’t they spare me the right-off-the-bat failure by putting brown paint on our plate.  Has anyone tried to make brown paint from red, yellow, blue and magenta???  It ain’t easy, let me tell you.

After using a template to trace the outline of the boat, the painting instructor walked us through the mixing of paint colors and how to apply it to our canvas.  Let me just say, my type-A instincts were trying to let go and just feel the painting.  I wanted to be the painting.  I wanted “happy trees”.  As you can see, I meant serious business:

 

The perfectionist in me found herself a bit behind the instructions.  My friends were sick of me saying, “now what do we do next” and “how do we mix that color”? 

After two hours of instructions, my friends and I found ourselves with self-painted masterpieces of some guy in a sailboat.  Ta da.

 

 

Now the next question is, what in the world am I going to do with my creation?  Maybe I’ll hang it in the bathroom  or use it for a blog giveaway, since I’m famous and who wouldn’t want this hanging on their wall.  I’m sure I could get a couple bucks for it on e-bay.  Or not.