|watercolor on paper, 9x12|
when it comes right down to it, even after a six month break, i can still whip out a realistic watercolor by staring at an object, painting what i see. this one came remarkably easy, like i could do it blindfolded, like i was born to paint squished beer cans. oh, how i love painting squished beer cans. and yeah, i guess painting a particular way every day for a year conditions you. in the process of that year, i didn't exactly love every painting i did. some were downright awful. but the errors are a necessary part of the trials. and so i don't censor my little basket of loose leaf watercolors that sits on a table in my store. i let people see them all, thumb through them, for better or worse. i let it all hang out, and they can decide what to make of it.
usually, people respond in an overwhelmingly positive way. today, a biker couple giggled over a painting of a smooshed pack of cigs, "this one's perfect for you", said the woman clad in black leather, then finding the bic lighter painting that could possibly be paired with it. another couple of youngsters whispered back and forth, "this is my favorite, no, this is my favorite....oh, this one could go over the bed". it's funny, hearing the comments, hidden behind the counter, when nobody knows it's me that painted those pictures. and then there's the other side of the coin. today, while james was working, some fella picked up a painting, showed his whole family, and remarked something to the effect of, "can you believe it? sixty dollars for this!?! who would pay sixty dollars for this??", hastily throwing the paper back into it's basket. now that, my friends, is more honest than a college critique or a review in the paper. luckily, i don't really care. to each their own.